The Worst Intentions (Larry)

4. Coming Home

Dedication: onedirfiction (you're awesome because you're always the 1st to comment)

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~Louis' Point of View~

Another day came and went, and I wasn't doing any better.

I don't get why I feel so hurt, so betrayed. It's not like I was in love...

Not wanting to delve further into that topic, I pushed the thought away entirely. That meant I had nothing to do now, and if I didn't find something to preoccupy myself with soon I'd go ape shit.

But what was there to do?

I couldn't watch movies and I couldn't listen to music because it all reminded me of H. I couldn't even read more than a few sentences in a book without making comparisons between the characters and him. Video games weren't really an option either, but only because there's so many times you can play the same game before it gets boring.

I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I definitely did not think this whole 'running away from my problems' thing through.

Deciding a walk along the beach would be nice, I lifted myself up from the comfort of the bed and ran a hand through my messy hair. Since I was the only person on my island there was no need to worry about appearances, meaning there was no point in checking whether or not I looked decent. With that thought in mind, I only slipped on a pair of jean shorts before heading out. Shirts and shoes are for squares anyway.

The warm air was refreshing and, breathing in as deeply as I could, I felt myself relax a little. Just as I started on the path that lead to the sea, my ears picked up on something that wasn't part of the little tropical orchestra I'd grown accustomed to.

It took a moment, but when I realized that the noise was the engine of a rapidly approaching speedboat, that little amount of relaxation I had disappeared.

Breaking into a silent run, I quickly closed some of the distance between the intruder and I. I hid behind a tree, listening intently as the boat slowed down then the engine abruptly shut off.

I bit my lip, not bothering to breath, as I contemplated my next few actions.

I heard nothing out of the ordinary now, and that worried me.

There was no hearbeat.

There was no steady inhale and exhale of air.

There were no footsteps crunching on the sand.

Only silence.

That meant that whomever this was had to be like me.

But not a single soul other than myself knew of this place. Whomever this was seemed to know full well where they were going... How?

The anxiety I was feeling mixed with my predatory instincts prevented me from thinking rationally. If I'd have taken a second to just think, then I would've been able to put two and two together. The answer would've been as clear as this sunny day. As I'm sure I've more than proved, though, I don't tend to do that.

So I jumped out from my hiding spot, brow furrowing in confusion when I turned in a full circle and saw nobody.

I scratched at the back of my neck as I continued scoping the area.

"I know you're here, so you might as well come out," I said loudly, menacingly. I was startled by the chuckle that sounded directly behind me, but only for a millisecond. Whipping my entire body around, I tackled the person to the floor, flipping him onto his stomach and twisting both his arms behind his back.