Cause I Can Love You More Than This.

Chapter 13

Taylor's P.O.V.

Lou went downstairs to start the car and I went to get dressed. I threw on a pair of red skinny jeans, a striped shirt, and suspenders. I'm such a Louis' girl it's not even funny.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked exactly as I thought. I looked as if I had been asleep all day long, which I had. I applied a bit of make-up to take the exhaustion look away, but it only did some of the work.

I walked downstairs and out the lobby doors, where Lou was leaning against the side of the car. "Finally," he over exaggerated. I giggled and slapped his arm gently. "Oww!!" he over exaggerated again. I laughed and kissed him. I got in the passenger's seat and he hopped in the driver's seat.

As he started driving, I grew nervous. What if she knew I was coming and already had it all planned out? What if I'm stuck in that hellhole for the rest of my life? So many thoughts rushed around in my mind that I had a hard time keeping track. I rested my head and on the window and tried to control those thoughts, which was kinda tough to do.

"TayTay, are you ok?" he asked. "Yea, just really nervous," I told him in a quiet voice. "I know your worried but it'll be ok. I will make sure she doesn't hurt you or me or anyone else," he promised and held my hand. I looked at him and smiled, holding his hand that wasn't on the wheel.

We pulled up at "Little Sarah's" and before getting out of the car, I took a long, deep breath. Lou came up to my door and I hopped out of the car. He put his arm around me and we walked in building.

We stormed straight into the back and into Sarah's office. The room smelled terribly like a dead body and I felt nauseous just being back here. Lou looked a bit pale himself and I squeezed his hand.

Sarah came strolling out of the closet with a bit blood spattered on her shirt. Her long, straight black hair flowing down to her bum, her blue eyes were shinning like a clear sky, her figure was perfect, she was any guys dream come true. Her white dress was strapless and flowed to her knee, a bit of blood was in small patches all over the front and on her arms and legs.

"What do you want Taylor?" she asked in a snotty tone. "I'm here to quit. And I'm not taking no for an answer," I said sternly and firm. She grinned and evil grin. "I knew you'd be here sooner or later," she said in a sly tone.

She walked toward the closet and opened it, spreading the odor of death through the room. It was strong enough to make me gag once or twice. I was only breathing in and out of my mouth and so was Lou.

"You can quit, but as you know, there is a consequence. And here it is," she said and opened the body bag. I saw a young girl, about 15, short bleach blond hair, blue eyes. I knew who she was instantly and screamed. I was about to charge at Sarah, but Lou held me back. I was sobbing out of devastation and anger.

My baby sister Brianna Marie Nitchle, was laying in the bag, stab and bullet wounds in her stomach, arms, legs, and head. The blood looked like highlights in her hair. The wounds were deep and bloody and she looked as if she'd been dead for days, maybe a week.

I gave up on trying break out of Lou's grip and sobbed into his chest. He held me tight and might have been crying as well, but not even close to as hard as me. "You got your wish Taylor. But as you know, nothing comes free. Now go before I call the police," she demanded.

Lou held me tight against him as we walked to my locker in the hall, where my few things were. I had a light jacket, a spare key to our apartment, my key card to check in to work, and a picture of Lou and I, along with a picture of my sister when she was in the hospital after the accident.

When the car crashed three years ago, she was temporarily crippled. It took about eight months for her to walk and run as close to normal as she could ever again. It's my fault we crashed that day. I was arguing with my parents and my father stopped paying attention to the road and we drove into a lake, after flipping and tumbling a whole lot. Sometimes I wish that I had died with them. My sister spent a while in a rehab facility and then an orphanage until I turn 18, which is in two months.

I looked at the picture and started crying even more. Lou looked over my shoulder and held me tight. "I-I'm so, so, sorry TayTay," he said, obviously sad and heartbroken. He was probably really shaking up after seeing my sisters dead body. Who wouldn't be freaked out after seeing a dead body? I've seen three dead bodies now and they were all my closest family members.

Lou held me tight as we walked toward the car. I was really cold since I didn't have my heavy coat and my tears were hot, becoming cold as they streamed down my face. He sat me in the car and pulled out his phone.

I sniffled and asked, "What are you doing LouLou?" "I'm calling the police. She need a to be in prison or at least and asylum," he said. I couldn't even tell if he was mad or sad or shaken or what. He called the police and got of rather quick and pissed off.

"Loulou, what happened?" I asked him, trying not to start sobbing again. "They are on the way but I don't think she's getting locked up since her husband is the chief of police and her dad is a lawyer," he said angrily and kicked the side of the car.

I got out of the car and put my hands on his shoulders. "Please stop it. I know you are mad but kicking a car isn't really going to get us anywhere," I told him. He sighed, "Your right. I'm sorry if there's a dent in the car," he said. I looked and saw a small dent in the front of the car from his foot. "It's alright. I'm sorry for not quitting sooner. I-if I h-hadn't waited s-so long m-my s-sister m-might s-still b-be a-alive," I said beginning to cry again.

He pulled me into his arms and I just sobbed. I didn't stop and he didn't try to make me. We both knew I needed a moment to just let it out. Only that minute, became like twenty.

"Better?" he asked once I had calmed down. I nodded and wiped away the tears that were still falling. "I'm sorry about Brianna," he said. "I-it's f-fine," I said trying not to cry again. "How could that be f-wait, you just don't want to cry again do you?" He asked me. I nodded and he pulled me into his chest as I silently cried.

Out of all the people she could've hurt, why did she have to choose my baby sister?