Killer Love

Chapter Fifteen

I decide to skip school for the rest of the week. There's no point in me going, honestly. That part of my life is officially over.

Harry calls me multiple times and constantly bombards me with texts that I ignore. Can't he take a hint? I'm actually surprised he hasn't dropped by yet. Not that I want him to. I might not be able to say no to him.

That Thursday, I decide to make my lie a truth and actually box. Since I don't have a partner, I hang up a punching bag and get to it. There's a gym area in the attic with a large window letting light in. Perfect view here of the ocean. I wish I could live here forever.

I tape my knuckles and focus on the red cylinder in front of me, punching it over and over again. My muscles start to get sore and my fists ache, but I keep punching. I think about how the agency is never truly upfront with me. How I let myself become too emotionally involved. I think about the deadly consequences that will surely arise if I go on the run.

By the end of my little rage session, my chest is heaving up and down. I lay down on the blue mat and stretch my limbs out. This feels damn good. Once my heart rate decreases, I close my eyes and try to clear my mind. But then I start thinking about how sweaty and sticky I am, so I decide to take a shower.

The tender skin and cuts on my knuckles sting as water runs down my body. I lather the shampoo in my hair and scrub my body clean.

I'm drying myself when I hear the doorbell ring downstairs. Part of me hopes it's Harry, but the other half is on high alert.

I change into my clothes and check the security screens for the cameras placed outside. What the hell...

I walk downstairs and open the door. "What are you doing here, Louis?"

He smirks. "Well nice to see you too."

I roll my eyes and pull him in by his shirt. "Get in."

"Hey!" he protests. "That's my nice shirt."

I lock the door. "I am sure you have more just like it."

He shrugs. "Maybe."

"So, what are you doing here? I am sure it is more than a courtesy visit."

"I'm here for some breakfast."

I am about to fire back a retort about him going to McDonald's if he's hungry when I get the meaning behind what he just said. My eyes narrow at him. "Scrambled eggs?"

He nods. "Make sure to add three shakes of pepper.

I walk over to the television set and kneel down. There is a device I have that scrambles any signals coming in or out of the house. That means we can't be spied on. I switch it on.

Louis and I situate ourselves on the sofa. He studies me for a second. I don't really know what to say so I wait until he decides to start the conversation. I haven't seen him in person for a while. I am almost always on the road traveling, and all I hear is his voice on the phone or through the earpiece. He's not much different from the last time I saw him. His hair is a little longer, still brown. His face has lost all of its baby fat. He's taller and more serious, almost brooding.

He still doesn't say anything and I start getting irritated. "Are you going to keep staring or are you going to the start talking?"

"How has this life been treating you?"

I shrug. "I don't know."

"Yeah, you do."

"I- I just feel like a normal teenager. Like all I have to worry about is school and having a social life." Or whether the boy I like would really like me back if he knew my life story. "Sometimes I think this is how my life might have turned out if..." I trail off.