Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

twenty-three

I had successfully snuck past Laurent, who was sleeping later on that night. It was about only 1 am, which a safe time I would say to sneak out past him.

I didn't walk this time. It was super late and I wasn't risking anything. I had a car, I just rarely ever used it. I hopped in, starting the car and putting on my seatbelt as if I were in a rush.

I reversed out of my driveway and I headed to Larry's condo, which was a very short driving distance away—about 4 minutes.

As I pulled into the lot, I knew he was home, seeing his car parked in the same space as the last time, I went on to assume he didn't leave to go anywhere.

I got out of my car, shutting the door rather loudly, I cringed, ready to leap into the shadows in case someone were to come out and threaten to file a complaint.

I looked around, though there was not much to see at this time of early morning, the orange streetlights giving little to no light.

I didn't have much of a plan, but I followed where I thought his patio might be. He was on the first floor, which made climbing not a factor. But leaping over bushes and the balcony of his patio might be.

I was kind of confusing at first but once I saw the patios I knew I was on the right track. I scurried through the bushes till I see the interior that looked familiar.

The windows were clean and you could see right through them, because there were really no blinds. In relief, I began to put my leg over the balcony, which followed the other shortly.

I made it successfully, with little to no struggle. But I duck down as soon as I looked inside, because he was sitting out in his living room on his couch, his head thrown back but he clearly was awake. The couch was sideways from my view, but I was sure you could see a small woman standing in the middle of the window.

Hiding behind a chair that happened to be out there, I peaked over which made me frown. He looked so unbothered that it sort of bothered me. Larry looked like he was having the time of his life with his shirt off and his arms stretched out over the couch.

He closed his eyes for a moment, which encouraged me to take a better look at what was going on at a safe distance.

The tv was on, bright with hues of blue, the only prominent light in the room. I was confused as to why he wasn't even watching the tv even though he wasn't dozing off to sleep.

I really got confused when his lips began to move as if he were talking to someone. Not a little bit, but a abnormal amount to be home alone. He reached down to grab something lower on the couch, unsure of what it was I didn't question it, I just continued to watch whatever he did.

Then a relieved smile formed across his lips. Suddenly, out of fucking nowhere: a whole head of jet black hair flips, backwards. Followed by a way too familiar face, as if she were laying on the couch.

Face first.

She faced my direction, though I knew she didn't see me because I was hiding pretty well at this point. My stomach dropped to my ass once I realized who this girl was.

"Lola, you bitch." I cursed to myself. I didn't sound nearly as mad as I actually was. My nails dug into whatever fabric the chair as a lump formed in my throat as I fought against my tears.

The thought of my hands becoming a clasp around her neck became very vivid. I continued to watch, nonetheless.

Larry reached for a something which turned out to be a wad of cash, and a smile aimed towards Lola. If I blinked, I would've missed how fast she grabbed the money out his hand. Though she set some back from wherever he'd reached for it in the first place.

They then kissed for a while, though I scrunched up my nose at the thought that she most likely swallowed and that he's kissing her on the lips not long after.

Lola got up, which then was revealed she had little to no clothing on, yet walked out the door without hesitation, and a friendly wave to Larry as she left.

He stared at the door for a moment before pulling his pants up and getting up. Then he began walking towards the patio.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I panicked, not even in a whisper. I began to scramble off and I ended up knocking down the chair I was hiding behind.

I hear the door slide open and I'm halfway over the balcony, ready to fall into the bushes. I just hear a big sigh.

I look over to see Larry standing with a tiredness to his body.  "The hell are you doing?"

I struggled to lean myself back over the balcony. "I wanted to see if Laurent was lying. He's not, but not only that— my sister's girlfriend? Does my sister know?"

"She needs to?" It was silent for a moment as he waited for my answer I refused to give. "Okay, now leave.  You saw what you needed to see. Go."

I began to boil, finally getting my footing. "You're a bitch. Your a liar and a cheater.  You lied about Lau and i'm sure you've done that when I was here and—"

"Yes," He nodded interrupting me. "I can't even count how many girls by the time it's over, but they all work for me. I was feeling generous tonight,"

He no longer looked desirable, instead he seemed like absolute trash. But I tear still ran down my cheek.

"Fuck you," I grunted.

"You never got to, baby. So to my brother you went. Go home, Moela." The bitter words in his voice made me stand still but all at once gave me the energy to make walk up and slap him.

I then had the boldness to walk through his house to exit, hoping as I did that would be the last time I ever walked in.