Gone

Chapter 9

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT

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Louis POV

I lay my head back against the wall, the cold brick making me flinch. I don't know what time it is but it must be late. There's darkness coming through the tiny window, the only space I have of freedom.

I don't want to sleep, when I close my eyes all I see is Kensey's face when they found that marker in my room.

It's not mine. I wish she would believe that. That wasn't there before. She promised me. How can she even believe that? Me? Out of all people. He's my best friend.

Well, I guess I don't blame her for not believing me. The evidence says it's me. It looks bad.

Someone's framing me. I chew on my nail nervously. Who is it though? Will I even catch them before I'm taken to jail for life?

People start shutting off the lights in their office and heading out. I yawn. It's been a rough day.

"Tired?"

I look up and see agent Rineer standing outside of my cell. He grins and something about it is taunting.

I stay silent and he looks at the guard. "I got this for now, go get some coffee." He smiles.

"Thanks, man." He hands John the keys and is out of sight.

John opens the cell and the door slides open with a loud clanging sound. He pulls up my chair and sits in front of my bed. "I had to do what I had to do, Louis. You know that, right?"

I give him a confused look. "What?"

"To keep Mackensey in the dark. I had to do what I had to do. You understand. No hard feelings?"

My head starts pounding and I grow impatient with this puzzling conversation. He's so irritating. "What are you talking about?"

"Wow, no wonder it was so easy to frame you." He chuckles. "You really are stupid."

It was him?! My eyes narrow. "You. It was you." I growl.

"And he gets it!" He claps for me. "Good job, Louis."

"Where's Harry?!" I yell.

He peaks around and looks at the night secretary. She's peeking her head over the counter, listening in. "That's what we're trying to figure out. If you just tell us, you'll get less time." He speaks loudly for her to hear.

"You are so full of crap!" I yell. I move to stand up and he holds out his hand.

He speaks lowly. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I could get you thrown into a mental hospital in 2 seconds flat and you'll never see your precious Mackensey again."

I want to test him but I immediately back down. He's right. "I'll never see her again anyways. Because of you. Why are you doing this?" I sit back down.

"Because Harry isn't the only one in love with her." He spats.

He loves her? Ew gross. I feel like gagging. "You were such an easy target, Louis. Everyone else thinks you're in love with her." In love with Mackensey? Like I would ever do that to Harry.