Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 21

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*Trinity's PoV*

I stayed silent on the way home, ignoring the questions from my mum. I turned my phone off after it had rang for the seventh time. My mind was clouded with doubts and regrets. I should have taken my mother's advice, no matter how harsh it had been.

She really had been right. I'm not sure what he had been keeping it from me, or why he had been keeping it from me, but it didn't matter. It was the fact that he had the cheek to lie straight to my face. I know it had helped me get out of school, but I would never have agreed if I knew he was threatening Mr.Murray in order to get what he wanted.

I slammed the door of the car and strode towards the front door of my house, waiting impatiently as my mum took her time fumbling with the keys before finally opening the door. I wasted no time in discussion, I marched up to my room, throwing my bag against the door, once I had closed it, and sinking on to my bed in frustration.

I couldn't stop myself, and before I knew it, I was crying. Not just sniffling, I was heaving body-racking sobs into my pillow. It seemed like a never ending stream of tears, my eyes a pool of water that could never be emptied.

I never heard the door open when my mum entered. She sat down beside me on the bed and I turned my red face to look at her. On her lap there was a cup of what looked like hot chocolate with whipped cream on top, with  side of chocolate brownies.

I was bewildered, seeing as she would normally never do anything like this. She helped me up and surprised me by pulling me in for a very brief and awkward hug, before releasing me again. 

"I know it's not your fault," she sympathised, "But next time, listen to me. I know more than you think. I don't know exactly what he did, and I know you don't want to tell me, so I'll just wait until you want to."

With that, she rose from the bed and left the room, leaving me shocked and utterly confused. I sat there for a while and sipped my hot chocolate, contemplating what to do next. I decided to turn on my phone again. 

I had twenty missed calls from Louis, along with several texts asking me to come back. This time, I wasn't going to go back to him like a lost puppy. He knew what he had to do to gain forgiveness, but he wasn't prepared to talk about his parents anytime soon, or so it seemed.

I abandoned my thoughts, deciding to take an early night with some movies, in my bed.

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*Louis' PoV*

I punched the door again in anger, ignoring the cuts that were now dotted along the line of my knuckles. If that damn principal had kept his mouth shut, none of this would have happened. 

No, I reminded myself, If I hadn't kept it a secret from her in the beginning, none of this would have happened. 

I didn't know what to do, did she want me to give her space? Or would she want me to chase after her? I couldn't tell. I was no good with relationships, I had told her that, and she had promised to help. Although, I couldn't blame her for running off this time.

I rested my hands against the wall and hung my head low. Why did this have to come up right after I had sex with her? Now, she probably thought I had been using her in some way, just to get her to have sex with me.

I knew she was as stubborn as I was, and she wouldn't come looking for me first, but I had no idea what to do. I had contemplated whether to go to her house and demand to see her, but I pushed the thought aside. 

If I went there now, things would get even more heated. We needed time to calm down and collect our thoughts into some sort of messed-up order. I mean, it's what she would want, too, right?

I agreed with myself mentally. She would want time to think about it, to find out what she needed from me. A couple of days, a week maybe. Just to let her get herself together again and plan out what she would say to me. It sounded like something she would do.

I wanted to leave, to call her, anything. I wanted to beg for forgiveness, I wouldn't even care about my pride. But as much as I wanted to, I needed to stay away from her, I knew it's what she would have wanted, and I needed to give her what she wanted at that moment in time.

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*Trinity's PoV*

Two days. It had been two days since our fight, and he hadn't made one attempt to contact me. No phone calls, no texts, nothing. It just showed me, maybe he didn't think I was worth fighting for. Maybe he had given up on me. Hell, he was probably with that blonde girl right now.

All I wanted was a phone call or a text, something to let me know that he actually cared. But I had gotten nothing, he really couldn't give a shit. 

And it hurt.

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~L.