The Luck In Unluck

Chapter 7

"My brother" I whispered. 

I haven't told anyone about this. The only ones who knew about this were my parents. And, well, they're not here anymore.

I trusted Louis. I wanted to tell him. 

I think. 

"What?" He hugged me tighter. 

"M-my b-brother" I stuttered and started crying more. This was so hard. 

"We should get out of here. Do you want to talk about it when we get back home?" He asked me and I nodded, I was having trouble breathing, and therefore I was having trouble talking. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" Someone else asked, a male voice.

"I don't know. We're just about to get going." Louis answered and I looked up to see Liam looking concerned at me. 

I probably looked like shit, with makeup all over the place. But right now, I didn't care about that. All I cared about was going home. 

"Oh.. Are you sure you're alright, Sash?" Liam asked me, and I nodded yet again. Still having trouble using my voice. 

"Well, see ya, Li. We're gonna go home" Louis said and picked me up carrying me to the car. 

"I'm gonna make us some tea, okay?" He asked me while I sat down on the sofa. 

"Okay, sure" I whispered back, not sure if he heard me or not. 

After a few minutes Louis came walking to me with two tea cups in his hands, while smiling encouragely to me, for me to start talking. 

I breathed a shaky and slow breath. Terrified. That's what I was. 

"Just take your time. If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. If you want to, that's okay as well." He said and took my hands and gave them a little squeeze. 

"I want to. I think. It's just..." I started, "hard..".

He smiled to me, and that made me feel at peace. I could tell him. I knew I could trust him. 

"Well.." my hands started shaking. I'd never told anyone before. Never even talked about it with my mum and dad. And my grandparents didn't know the story. No one who lived, except me. 

"So... When I was five, me and my big brother was out playing in the streets." the tears were now streaming down my face, but I kept on going, I was going to tell him. "I was running a few feet ahead of him. And.." My breath hitched and my hands shook like crazy. It felt like my panic attacks. I had to continue. 

"After a few minutes I heard a car screech, and I turned around" now I was full-on sobbing. "And there he was. On t-t-the g-gr-ound" I took my hands out of Louis' and hid my face. 

"He died before the ambulance came. I sat on the ground with his head on my lap, and held him till they came." I felt two strong arms around me, holding me. "I held his hand on the way hospital, and in the room. But it was no use. He was... Dead." I ended. 

"Oh my god." Was all Louis could say. I knew it was alot to take in. We sat like that for what felt like hours. I didn't know what else to say. I wanted to tell him that we were the only people alive who knew this. That my parents were dead. But I couldn't. Not now. I had to try keep my panic attack at bay, right now. 

 I fell fast asleep in his arms. I felt really safe. I had finally told someone. 

LOUIS' POV