Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

twenty

My face had a slight redness. I clenched my jaw trying to withhold all the anger that I had but that was nearly impossible. I wanted to beat him until he turned blue.

"You fucking liar!" I spat, charging towards him. Larry then grabbed my arm and I looked at him, with all the sorrow I could give.

"It's not true." He let go of my arm, rubbing his face in distress.

"But who would you choose to believe, Moe? Your brother, knowing he bold enough to say that shit, or a girl you met three months ago?" He asked truthfully. My heart sank to my stomach and my eyes began to water violently.

I began to stutter before a word could be made. I was so overwhelmed with anger and sadness I didn't know what to do. "I wouldn't— Larry, I didn't do anything with him. I can't stand him."

"Oh, you let him spend the night. Sleep with you. I'm not stupid, Moela." He countered "I told you to stay away. I'm upset at my brother but disappointed at you."

I wasn't going to speak on his incorrect grammar, because I could only focus on what he believed, which was vaguely wrong. I was embarrassed about something that wasn't even true.

"I don't understand.. he's been telling you shit and you knew it was a lie. You choose to believe him when he says this?" I was a sobbing mess.

He just looked at me kind of disgusted. "He was trying to get to you for a good bit. I don't know what you two do alone."

I glanced at Lau for a moment. He looked at me and shrugged. I could barely see through all the tears, but to even catch a glance of him erupted pure anger. Fuck you.

"You know what? Fine. I'm not going to argue with you. I'll just get my shit and leave. I'll walk home," I was sniffling hard enough to bust a blood vessel in my nose. "I'll do makes you happy and leave."

At this point I didn't want to even hear his response. I ran up the few stairs to his bedroom and closed the door behind me.

I found my pants and pulled them on quickly without really thinking about it. I took my bag and threw in whatever belonged to me inside of it. The tears I cried stained my cheeks left a glossy look on my face as I glanced in the mirror. I look horrible right now.

I sat on the edge of the bed, pushing my feet into the shoes I came here in and swung my bag over one shoulder before getting off the bed. I stopped to look at one of pictures in the room of him and Laurent. Not hard enough to shatter it, I turned the frame face down with force before swinging the door open.

They were facing each other, having what seems to be a very intense but calm conversation in French, so I could not understand. Specially because of how fast they talk. I past by, heading to the front door. As soon as my hand hits the handle.

"You're taking him with you."Larry says, monotone. I turn around and shake my head dramatically.

"You're kidding right? He can find his own place to live, he's a grown ass man." I opened the door.

"No take him with you. You two can have all the fun you want."

"I'm walking home alone." I raised my tone to indicate seriousness but it just wasn't cutting it.

He chuckled dryly. "I'll drop him off later on,"He looks over at Lau, who is giving me a blank stare.

With that, I shut his front door a bit hard if you asked me. Whatever I could take my anger out on I would.

I decided to run home, seeing if that would help. Speaking of seeing, I barely could with these weak ass streetlights.

I broke in a sprint at first, the bag that swung from my shoulders and the rush I was in looked like I was up to something but I just kept going. My adrenaline was high I wasn't getting tired. I couldn't even feel my face getting cold from the breeze that slapped my face as I took off. I hope I wouldn't get tired anytime soon, especially the fact that I live closer to him then originally thought.

I made it up to the coffee shop, where I stopped, out of breath. I was hunched over, hands on my knees shaking trying to catch some air. Looking up at the building, I scoffed. I don't know if I could ever look at that place the same again.

Momentarily after, I continued my journey home with a light jog. It wasn't far from there, though there was a bar closer by which gave off the most light as I carried on into the evening

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I reached my house, shutting the door behind me and running towards my master bedroom to jump on. I planted face down and I just began to cry, using all the energy I had left in me.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.  Everything I think of brings me back to that fucking asshole. It made me pretty angry, but it made me even weaker. I couldn't control what Larry thought was the truth, specially because he knew nothing.

Yet what shocked me is the lack of trust he had in my word.

I grabbed a pillow placing it over my head and all I could smell was cologne. One of the manliest colognes I had probably inhaled ever in my life.

It smelled like that asshat.

As I recognized the smell, everything on my bed smelled like it. The sheets, pillows, comforter, even the headboard slightly. Maybe I was being slightly paranoid and blinded by infuriation.

I balled up every single sheet and pillow case on my bed with frustration, made a pile and picked it up and hauled it into the washer. I threw what's left of my detergent and fabric softener and turned it on.

I then hear a light knock on my door. I stormed over towards the front door. I cracked it open. Just a glimpse of that bitch ass dude, made me slam it shut. I then placed my ear on the door.

"Let me in." Laurent's voice was low, almost as if he were trying to sound sympathetic for the misfortune he caused me. If I was more physically violent then mentally, at this point I would've already started pounding his face in. I could not say that enough.

Next thing I knew my door had flew open, while my ear was still on the door.