alice; book two {5sos}

2.4 ~ the end

the sun pouring through the blinds causes me to stir. i roll over, smoothing out the crumpled white sheets beside me that have been pushed to the end of the bed.

i slide out of bed and wipe my tired and drowsy eyes with the back of my hand. i spent the whole night tossing and turning, feeling the frustration eating away at me.

i glance at the small calendar hung to the wall. my eyes wander over the days to the beginning of the month. the days are growing more normal and that terrifies me for a reason that i daren't utter a word about.

the room is unpleasently bitter. i grab a large, grey sweater and reluctantly pull it over my head. just wearing this causes chills to travel down my spine.

the smell of food cooking crawls down the hallway and under the gap of the bedroom door. i take a deep breath and twist the golden door knob. a deep, low humming sounds from the kitchen. following the smell and the soft hum, my head begins to spin. yet, it's a familiar feeling.

it's nearly been a whole month since i found myself crawling away from the world. but this time i brought my camera and a stack of books with me to keep me company, so it's not all gloom.

the soft humming grows louder as i approach. i nervously pull down the sleeves of the large sweater and round the corner of the kitchen, my feet freezing on the cracked tiles.

a smile unwillingly plays on my lips. i wrap my arms around the humming man infront of me, his eyes immedietly tearing away from the stove.

he turns to me, a wide smile on his face. he looks genuinely happy to see me and the pain in my heart grows. why am i here?

"good morning, alice." louis says to me, his mousy brown hair hiding his forehead.

"hello," i quietly say, reaching up on my tip toes. my lips meet his as he protectively wraps his arms around me. "did you sleep well?" i weakly ask.

the awful, tingling sensation on my lips makes my knees go weak.

"of course i did," he tells me. "there's never any disruptions around here. did you?"

i feebly nod with a small smile, feeling his arms loosening around my body. the feeling when he releases me is indescribable.

he smiles at me again, gesturing to the table behind us. "i made you breakfast."

"thank you." i quietly laugh, wandering over to the petite, oak table. there's some plain cereal and fruit, as well as two glasses of orange juice already set out.

to run away with a killer and not try to stop it out of fear is like willingly killing yourself. running away with a killer who is responsible for the loss of the most important people in your life is more than crazy. it's unheard of.

but when the killer suddenly becomes protective and loving, what am i supposed to do?

i'm fucking scared.

louis sits in the chair across from me, briefly smiling at me whilst setting a plate of pancakes infront of us.

he took my hand and we ran until we dropped off the face of the earth. it's a been a month inside this new, different tiny cabin in the middle of the woods. we're hidden behind shrubbery and rocks away from the outside world. hope of somebody stumbling across the cabin one day soon is rapidly slipping through my fingers.