Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 69

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*Trinity's PoV*

I finished telling my story, which seemed like the plot of some insane novel rather than an actual, real-life situation, and looked up to meet my father's eyes again. I was worried I would see disbelief lingering behind them, perhaps even a flicker of regret in relation to asking me about my problems in the first place, but all I saw was shock. It calmed my nerves slightly to know that his first thought wasn't that he wished he hadn't come here, but a pit of uneasiness lay in the pit of my stomach as I was still unaware of what his next reaction would be.

He sat back, watching me cautiously as his posture changed. It went from hunched over, intently listening to what I had been saying, to sitting upright, eyes focused on a point on the opposite wall; hands fidgeting slowly. I could almost see the gears in his head turning as his pensive state deepened, along with the crease between his brows. Flickering eyes; pursed lips.

"Have you told Louis about all of this?"

I shook my head rapidly. I hadn't, and I planned to keep it that way for quite a while.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea," I told him, voicing my thoughts aloud.

He raised an eyebrow.

"And why would that be, may I ask?"

I sighed, running my hands over my temples. It turned out talking about the problem was indeed just as stressful as dealing with it. Maybe the two were more connected than I had initially thought. 

"Because I know that if he finds out, the only solution he will see will be force," I explained, "He gets like that when he's angry; doesn't think about his actions before he carries them out."

My father struggled to hide the hint of an amused smile that began to spread across his lips, and I frowned. What was funny about that?

"Are you sure this story about him kidnapping is made up?" he grinned, "Because it matches the description you've just given of him very well, if I'm blatantly honest."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, trying to hide the smile that threatened to show on my face. Any other time, I would be all for joking, but it felt wrong when I knew I should be dealing with the situation head-on.

"I just know that dealing with my mother requires planning and preparation - not guerrilla warfare - and I don't think I'd be able to convince Louis of that," I responded.

He nodded and looked thoughful for a minute, before speaking once again.

"Well, you need to talk to someone, Trinity," he sighed, "Keeping it pent up can't be good for you. You're only eighteen, you should be living your life, not fighting over it with someone else."

I bit my lip, letting his words sink in. He was right, there was no denying that. This was not something an ordinary eighteen year old girl should ever have to deal with - unless it was in a weird, messed-up movie.