Hostage

Chapter 24- History Always Repeats Itself

Reagan POV

Louis had to get better at lying or at least pick a better lie.

"Really?” I said, "That's your big piece of honesty? Give me a break here, babe."

He glared at me, not moving from where he was.

"Wait, do you think I'm lying to you?"

"Yeah! And, about something as serious as murder. Lou, you went to prison for it! You don't need to prove anything to me."

"I'm not trying to prove anything to you", he spat, "I'm telling you the truth."

He averted his eyes as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts. He dropped his towel, slipped them on, and sat on the opposite end of the bed. Forcing myself to look away, I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

"Look...I don't think you would ever intentionally lie to me. So, is there some kind of technicality that I'm missing?"

"Bloody hell, Reagan! I didn't kill anyone!"

I ignored his outburst and returned his icy gaze.

"Fine. I will give you the benefit of the doubt. If you didn't kill anyone, then why were you in prison? Were you falsely accused?"

"No", he shrugged, "I confessed to doing it."

Then, why is he yelling at me? And, why are we having this conversation?

"You're not helping yourself right now. Explain yourself before I get more bored of this conversation."

"You remember when I told you about my ex choosing Harry over me?"

 That day at the beach...before we were even a couple. Aww, memories. Focus, Reagan.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, the day that that happened, I got pissed. Not at him, but at the situation. I was upset, and I ran home to our mum. When I got there, I found Harry's dad there....beating her, literally beating her like she was a grown man."

"Wait, I thought Harry's dad ran out on them when he was young?"

"Yeah, he did. But, he came back with a vengeance. He was beating Mum because he wanted to know where Harry was, and she wouldn't tell him. He heard me coming in and said that if I took another step, he would kill her. Thinking he didn't have the balls, I called his bluff."

I gasped, and Louis raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you gasping? You know she's alive. You've met her."

"Oh", I said, feeling stupid, "Good point. Continue."

He rolled his eyes at my interruption, but I saw a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Anyway, I called Harry's dad's bluff. THANK GOD the first bullet was a blank. Realizing he actually planned to shoot my mum, I lunged at him. Unfortunately, he had the upper hand. He was stronger and much quicker."

He looked at me to see if I was still listening, and I urged him to go on.

"Before he succeeded in choking me to death, I heard a gunshot. 3, actually. My mum had shot him in the head, chest, and I'm proud to say his penis. She was a tad vengeful."

He smiled to himself, and I could tell her adored her. Clearly, his personality had been rubbing off on her.

"Wait", I stopped him, "Your mum shot him?"

"Yeah, but when the cops came, I told them that I did it, that I was the one who shot him."

"Why?!"