Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

S I X T E E N

The sharp pain that shot through the side of Larry's head was enough to pull him from unconsciousness, and a low groan emitted from behind the tape that sealed his lips. His head lifted slowly as a frown took over his features and he tried to move his arms, but he couldn't. When he realized that something was holding his arms back, his eyes shot open and he sat up in his chair, his eyes blinking wildly as they adjusted to the red light illuminating the big room. He moved his wrists, but the only thing that came from that was a sharp, stinging pain from the rope digging into his skin, urging him to just keep them still. He tried to call out for someone but the tape around his lips prevented him from doing so, adding on to his frustration. 

He didn't remember much of how he got wherever he was, and the last thing he remembered was being in the car with Laurent. 

Laurent, he thought, stilling his body for a minute. Oh shit, Laurent. The picture, the girl... Fuck. 

His thoughts were the only thing he could hear as he slid down in the chair in defeat, his eyes squeezing shut as his mind replayed the events from yesterday. He remembered meeting Laurent outside of his office building, and he confronted him about the picture, then they went to a cafe where Laurent confessed to everything. Then there was the car ride, and the last thing Larry remembered seeing was Laurent breaking his phone in half. After that, everything was a blur to him. He was still dressed in his work clothes, just a blazer, t shirt, and a pair of black slacks. He thanked the heavens that Laurent didn't kill him right then and there, but who knows what kind of plans he had for him. 

Larry snapped out of his thoughts and he sat back up in the chair, shaking it as much as he could to get his arms free. The way they were tied prevented him from straightening them or pulling them upwards, and he couldn't even stand up because of the differences in the length of his body and the chair. He tried anyway, rocking the chair back and forth. It created loud knocking sounds against the floor, and he hoped Caroline would be curious enough to see what it was. 

His eyes flicked towards the door when he heard the doorknob twist and he sighed in relief when he saw a small figure come into view, giving him the intentions that it was Caroline. The hope that was forming inside of him slowly dimmed when he saw that it wasn't her, and the full silhouette of his brother came into view. He had a bucket in his hands and some napkins, causing confusion to spark in Larry's mind. 

"Morning, brother," Laurent smiled, shutting the door behind him as he stepped into the room. "How you sleep last night?" 

Larry shot him a glare that could kill him if he had the power to and Laurent simply chuckled, shaking his head as he sat the bucket down. "Not good, no? The chair is no supposed to be comfortable anyway. It was for... other things. You know what I mean." 

Larry kept his eyes on Laurent as he walked closer to the chair and he moved his head away from him when he tried to reach for his face, causing Laurent to roll his eyes. 

"Don't move, Larry." 

Laurent then ripped the tape from his mouth and Larry hissed at the stinging sensation, curling his lips inward as the skin stung with the sudden exposure. 

"Why I'm here, Laurent?" Larry asked, looking up at his brother. 

"Because you are here," Laurent replied. "I could kill you, but I will not. Not yet." 

"For what? I do nothing wrong to you." 

Laurent tsked, smirking. "You try to keep me away from my girl." 

Larry looked away from Laurent when he leaned down until his face was mere inches from his, his eyes burning holes into his cheek. 

"She is not you girl, Laurent."