Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 67

 

*Trinity's PoV*

She took a breath, a wicked look in her eye, and began to make a speech that would soon suck all life out of me.

"I don't think the Police would be too keen on the idea of you moving away with your kidnapper, now would they?"

My mouth fell open, my brows knitted together.

"What the fuck are you on about?!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air frantically. This woman was crazy. Like, bat-shit, mental institution crazy.

She smirked, picking at her nails as I waited impatiently for a response.

"You heard me," she taunted.

I looked at her incredulously.

"Are you losing your mind or something?!" I screamed at her,  my anger spilling out of the bubble I had been containing it in, "Louis didn't kidnap me!"

Her hands lowered to her side and she leaned back against the front door, which was now closed.

"Oh really? I think all these neighbours who haven't seen you in months would back me up on my claim," she smirked.

Was she serious?! I knew she wouldn't like the idea of me moving away with Louis, but what she was saying was ridiculous.

"That's ridiculous," I countered, "No one will believe that bullshit."

I watched her as she seemed unconvinced.

"Oh, I think they will," she replied, "A girl, mysteriously disappearing from school halfway through term, not seen by her neighbours, after coincidently meeting a strange, secretive boy a few weeks previously? Sounds pretty viable, if you ask me."

My eyes widened and I felt like I could pass out at any minute. I had prepared to face her in the car, but there was no way I could have seen this coming in order to prepare for it.

"Plus, I believe Mr.Murray will back up the fact that your little friend isn't exactly the sanest person alive."

I felt the blood rush around my body and I felt like I was going to explode then and there, like the hulk. I had never been this angry in my whole entire life, or if I had, I couldn't remember it.

"Sane?! You want to talk about sane?!" I practically screamed. She had always been hypocritical, but she was taking this to a whole new level, "You are insane. Not him, you!"

My blood was pounding, and so was my head. I was convinced for a minute that I was just in the middle of a really horrible nightmare and that I would wake up any second, but I wasn't that lucky. It was real and my mother wasn't kidding. She was a crazy, deranged lady, and she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted. Unfortunately from her, my stubborness was the one trait I had inherited from her, so neither was I. 

"I'm not insane," she defended herself, "I only want what's best for my daughter, and I'm not willing to let anything get in the way of that."

I pulled at the roots of hair with my fingers. This was far too much for me to handle. I wanted to call Louis, but I knew that if I did, things would only escalate further when he arrived.

"You only want what's best for me?!" I questioned, and she nodded. 

I shook my head from side to side rapdily.

"No, if you wanted what was best for me, you would have let me live with Dad!" I continued, "You would have gotten a decent job, gotten help for your alcohol problem, and stopped going out and going home with a different guy every night! You're not eighteen anymore, mum!"