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Parents' Killer

You were holding your one picture you had taken from your old home to this, your true home. It was a picture taken about two years before (friend's name) moved away. It was a family portrait almost. There was the parents, (friend's name) and you, the two of you almost looked like (sisters/sibling/like you were (his/her) adopted sister). But you weren't, you were the best friend but not a member of the family, no matter how much all those involved wished it was, your parents would never admit to the world that their child went off to live with other parents. What would the neighbors think?

"What are you doing Name?" You turned to see Louis walking in and sitting beside you and looking at the picture and you sighed.

"This is (friend's name), my only friend growing up. (she/he) and (his/her) parents were the closest thing to family I ever had. Well...before I met Oliver, Matt, and Allen anyway." You added chuckling and Louis leaned over to kiss your temple.

"I don't make you feel safe like family?" He teased and you rolled your (eye color) orbs at him.

"I wouldn't do what I do with you if I saw you as family." You punctuated this statement by turning to give him a passionate kiss.

"Touche, (You have a point,)" he nodded as you smirked resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you were silent for quiet a while until you spoke it was more to yourself than him.

"I never thought I'd find love, romantic or familial, I would be content for a lack of abuse and yet I get so much more than just that." You let out a happy sigh but were confused as Louis stiffened noticeably, "Louis?"

"Abuse?" He asked shocked and turned to look at you, his violet eyes staring into your (eye color) ones.

"Well...not much...my father didn't bother hitting me or anything, he'd just ignore me, nothing was ever good enough. My mother didn't like me being chubby so she'd starve me." You explained however instead of calming down he seemed to be angrier than before. He growled something in such rapid fire French that you didn't even know what he said but you had a general idea and it wasn't pretty.

"Will you let me get revenge for you?" He asked and he was so serious you couldn't do anything but answer honestly. Not even a verbal answer, you just nodded your head in the affirmative.

Louis nodded and stroked some stray locks out of your face and then got ready, getting the best of his weapons. He picked you up and carried you to the car, you were kind of surprised but allowed him to do so. You had to give him directions to get to the house, it was several towns and a city over.

When you two got there he parked the car a bit further away from your house and he lifted you up carrying you to the house, slipping in and placing you down on the couch. He kissed your forehead and left, this was kind of confusing to you, he was acting so strange to how he normally acted.

He went to your parents room and carried them downstairs, tieing them to the dining room chairs in front of you and you were shocked with how strong he was to carry them as if they weighed nothing and also not wake them up. After tieing them up he slapped them to wake them up. They gasped seeing Louis and then their eyes widened seeing you.

"Name?!" Your mother screeched and Louis quickly silenced her by slapping her across the face.

"Shut up!" He growled and the two looked shocked that he actually did that. You were to, even though you were strong now the idea of taking them on made you feel so small, like you were just a weak, starved little girl all over again. "You have a beautiful angel for a daughter and you treated her like garbage. You will apologize." He growled and your father scoffed.

"No way will I e-" your father was cut off when Louis pulled out a gun and shot his knee.

"I don't think you understood. Apologize. To. Her." He growled out and you blushed, something about how he was acting was...sexy.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Name!" Your mother started to cry but you knew that she wasn't apologizing for hurting you, but because she was afraid. You glared and shrugged not caring, Louis nodded and started to shoot them.

He started on a foot, then a kneecap-or in your father's case his other kneecap-the stomach, the shoulder, the lung and then finally letting them bleed out slowly. Louis put his gun away and started to move to you and you jumped up into his arms and he wrapped his arms around your plump waist.

"Louis...I need you..." you whispered to him and he looked a bit shocked but nodded lifting you up into his arms. He carried you to your old room, you were shocked. Your bedsheets had been changed to (bedsheets you'd love), they are your favorite but that hadn't been on your bed when you left. They must have changed it.

Smirking Louis laid you down on your bed and crawled down on top of you and you smiled gently kissing him, pulling back you slowly pulled your shirt off.

You two made love, it was filled with love and comfort. The two of you had to leave eventually. You pulled your sheets and changed them for another, not just to hide Louis and your DNA but also because you loved those sheets and were taking them.

You didn't get home till the wee hours of the morning. When you got home Allen chuckled at the two of you, apparently you both looked knackered, Matt raised a blonde brow but said nothing and Oliver offered you breakfast. The hardest to deal with was Rose Red. She was not happy with you for leaving her for the night.

I don't know what to do for this chapter but I hope you all like it.