Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

twenty-one

He'd swung the door open on the side of my face, causing me to fall back from the door holding where my face was struck. I had backed up far enough where he could come and close the door behind him. As soon as he turned around I hadn't given him the chance to speak.

I began to swing my hands violently at him in. Laurent had backed away dodging my swings which caused unspeakable rage to boil deep inside me. I couldn't see the best in this lighting, but I could see well enough to see a 6'4 figure.

"Calm down, Moela. Sorry." He says, leaning back after my fist almost hits his face.

Yet mid swing, he grabbed one wrist, then the other. I got frustrated and started to yell loudly. Great thing I don't live near other people or I probably would get hella noise complaints. "Get the hell off of me, bastard." I spat. I'm sure I looked like a mad woman at the moment.

His grip still on my wrists, he backed me onto the wall, pinning me there and moving my hands over my head. The way he looked over me made me feel even smaller than he already made me feel. I didn't struggle, nor did I embrace Lau at the moment. I looked everywhere else but at him. He sighed heavily before speaking.

"I had to lie because he was going to break your heart. Moe,I swear. I saw--"

"What you saw wasn't what it seemed. Trust me. You're making every excuse just avoid admitting you were trying to steal me from Larry. And why tell that fucking lie? Couldn't you have said something a little less shameful?" I spat. 

His hands transferred from my wrist to his sides. "See how quick he was to decide who to believe?"

I pushed him back. Walking away from him. "You could've just said he you saw me with another guy, not you. That's so fucking messed up," I scolded. From the corner of his eye, I could see his brows knit together.

"He's more messed up then I am. Did he ever tell you what his job is? Huh?" As he raised his voice, it echoed. "There's so much you don't understand."

I walked over to my bar stools and sat in one, leaning against the counter. If I had known how difficult Larry and a later entry of Laurent was going to be, I wouldn't have looked twice at Larry in the coffee shop.

I stared at him for a moment as he lightly rubbed his temples. "I'll wait. I have time. Help me understand. Because never in my life has there been not one but two niggas confusing me and playing the fuck out of me." I grunted.

This of course caught his attention. He walked over, sitting in the stool next to me. This daring ass dude takes my stool and turns it to face him. I give him a blank, yet annoyed stare. I kinda lean back away from him. "Again. I'll wait."

He briefly gives a glimpse around before his attention returned back to me. "I don't know how to put it Moela," He admits, flipping his twist back, a concerned look took over his face. I sucked my teeth at him, waiting impatiently. He exhaled heavily. "He owns a prostitute business."

I squinted my eyes at Lau for a moment as he looked at the ground. I was trying to see where the lie began in that statement. Though I don't think there was one, which sadden me a bit. I was a bit suspicious of the thought of Larry having such a vulgar job, an illegal one at that. He had come off to me as more so innocent than Laurent. Maybe they were both equally as guilty.

"I don't want to believe that," I shook my head. "I really don't."

"This is the most truthful thing I've said since I met you, I'm serious. He was--" He stopped himself mid-sentence. He bit his lip. "Don't get mad at me."

"Too late." I murmured. 

He rolled his eyes at me. "No serious."

"So am I! You don't understand that Larry was actually interested in me and that I was interested in him. You messed that up, you should've just let whatever happen, happen." I hopped of the stool and began to walk away from him.

"He moved here because he knew he wouldn't get caught. He was also looking for new workers, like you." I stop in my tracks, turning to him.

I leaned towards him, my pointed finger into my chest. "I'm not a prostitute."

"Who the hell said that!?" Lau snapped, slamming is hand on the counter. My eyes softened after hearing the intense tone of his voice."Let me finish, please?"

"Okay." I whispered. 

"He was looking for girls like you. Beautiful and young. You would. get a lot of money. He was trying to get you to fall for him so when he gets what he wants, it will be hard for you to leave. That's why he wasn't able go the coffee shop with you that one time." He stood from the stool inching towards me. "I could tell you really liked him,"

I had tears welding up in my eyes. Of course, I didn't want Lau to notice. It was a bit darker where I was standing as he slowly walked up to me. "Your heart doesn't deserve to be broken."

Well, funny you say that.

I bit my lip holding the water back which flooded my vision violently. No longer from sadness but from frustration. "He did that-- you both did. Larry got my hopes up and you just straight shattered what I thought would've lasted. You're both the bad guys. Whatever you were trying to do made it worse." I had had enough at this point.

I stormed off into my room, closing the door behind me as soon as I heard footsteps trailing behind me. I buried myself in my sheets as I cry myself to sleep. I couldn't completely cry whatever I was experiencing away. Especially the low knocking at the door of my room and the sorrow call of my name from Lau as I drifted to sleep.

"Moela? Moela? Please Moela."