Torn Between Reality - Zerrie (Completed)

I used to love you - Chapter 73

|Warning|
*This chapter may be a bit gruesome*

*Louis' P.O.V.*

I watched the beautiful sight before me. A girl I used to love...no. I still love her. She just messed up. Just like Brianna, I have to show her what it means to keep her mouth shut. Now she can't speak...and she won't be breathing for much longer. I decided to let her wake up because I needed to quiz this one. Blondes are always the dumbest girls, so this should be interesting.

It didn't take her long to wake up, just a few minutes, actually. She fought to lift her head, blood coming from her nose and her mouth. I'm going to guess that she probably had a concussion, which didn't matter much considering she wouldn't be feeling pain for much longer. She wouldn't be feeling anything.

Her breathing picked up as she saw me. I had sat her upright in a chair, one I had brought from my car parked a few miles up from here.

"W-why?" Her voice was rough, and she couldn't speak right. She already sounded pretty dead.

"Like I said earlier, 'if I can't have you, no one can.' I don't lie, Perrie. I tell the honest truth. To think that all you had to do was give me your heart, that's it. Why can you girls never appreciate anything?! It's all about you!" I spat, slamming my fist against the coffee table.

"I-I-I did app-reciate you." Tears fell from her eyes.

"Stop crying!" I slapped her across the cheek as hard as I could, and she yelped in pain. "You have no rights crying! The one you love didn't betray you for somebody who existed in the past, okay?! You will never feel the pain that I feel. You came into the picture and I thought for once, maybe this is the one. But I was wrong, again! As usual! You people have no hearts. None. No souls." I paced back and forth, running my hands through my hair.

"Z-Zayn will b-be here and h-he'll stop y-you from killing yourself," she said, her voice confident at the end.

"Oh, shut up. I am not killing myself, no. I'm simply going to kill you, and don't worry. I played my cards right. I know exactly when he should get home, and when he does...he'll find you. Dead, and in the kitchen." I looked down at the knife in my hands. 

"You're sick!" She spat. "Where's Jasper? I swear, if you hurt him-"

"-Oh, what are you going to do about it? I guess it'll please to hear that he is not the reason I am here, and I won't touch him. In fact, I put him to sleep. I'm that much of a good person, unlike someone in this room," I said.

"Louis...please." She was pleading now, in her voice the sound of desperation.

"All you had to do was accept me. I loved you and you left without telling me why. All you had to say at the time was that you found somebody else, but instead, you packed up at twelve at night and crept out with the baby! And for what? A useless piece of trash who you hadn't seen for two years, or so. It was such a waste of time, and you've always been a liar. That's exactly why you said you loved me, went back to him and told him the same thing, before you came to with the same words again. The cycle repeats itself like a family tree. But that's just how it is with you, isn't it? You lie, and that's how you build your family tree." I flipped over the coffee table, watching the contents fall over, a vase crashing to the floor.

"Calm down, lets talk about this," she was trying to persuade me, but I was done talking. Done playing her demonic games. This is Ludacris! Inane.

"Stop talking, I am done talking. If you want to talk, talk to yourself. You tend to be a little crazy anyway, what do you have to lose. You already lost the only light of your life; me." She closed her eyes tightly, tears still seeping through. I turned my head and looked down, taking my eyes off her for a second. She jumped up and tried to run for the door. I shook my head. She is so blonde.

Running after her, which took no effort, I grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor. She yelped, whining for me to leave her alone. "I am so sick and tired of you!" I got down over her and smacked her. She yelled out in pain. I stabbed the knife through her chest. She groaned and heaved out in pain. "How does that feel?!" I yelled. "I hope you're feeling just as much pain as you made me feel! I felt like a knife was stabbed through my heart!" I stabbed her again, before I got up and went into the kitchen. I grabbed some champagne from the refrigerator and went back over to her. "I'll take away some of your pain." She was laying on the floor crying, moaning in pain.

Slowly, enjoying every second of it, I poured the champagne over her wounds, watching her wince in pain. She was hyperventilating.

"Okay, now lets play a game," I sat the knife down and looked at her. "I'll choke you for ten seconds and see how long  you last." She whined. I put my hands around her neck and began to squeeze. She was choking up blood. I let go after ten seconds and she began to cough up. "You know what? This is taking too long. Back to plan one." I laughed maniacally, and went back to stabbing her to death. By the time I was finished, she was no longer breathing. Blood was all over the floors, myself and her. She was one ugly mess. And still blonde.

I wasn't finished yet. I pulled her body to the bathroom and flung her into the tub. I turned on the water and cleaned her body fresh of blood. "Now you look perfect." I pulled her into the kitchen and positioned her body. I put her right hand over her heart and her left arm lied bare. I placed a nice dandelion on her stomach. It's ugly. Like her personality.

"I can't wait to see the look on his face," I murmured to myself.

Now, I was happy.

A/N
This is the latest chapter ever. I am sorry! Hope you like it though, I put so much time into it.

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