Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

T W E N T Y - TWO

Given the events that happened the night prior, Larry decided that it was time he let go of his twists and started rocking his fro. He was aiming to do it for a while now but he never got around to it. With Caroline being in the picture, knowing what she went through and why she reacted that way when she saw him in the dark, it gave him all the more reason to take them out. He'd been at work all day but he's honestly been a bit on edge. He knew Laurent was still on the loose, and that kind of worried him. He wasn't like Caroline, who was ducking every time someone bumped into her or peeking around every corner she turned, but he was truthfully afraid. His brother tried to kill him. If he was still out there, who knows what he would do knowing he got away with her. He didn't worry much because that would be the last day he'd work at that office, and he'd be transferring to a hospital by his house.

He helped out the people at the hospital a few times. It was more like a volunteering gig, and they really only called him when they needed him. Now, he was going to work full time as a nurses assistant, and the pay would be just as good. He knew they didn't have to pay for simply volunteering but he wouldn't turn it down because he needed the money. Hopefully Caroline would be happy about the closer distance. Him changing jobs meant that he would be home sooner and she'd feel safer.

There were times where she scared him, though. He would be making dinner, or washing dishes and she call out for him, but she would say Laurent's name by accident. One time would have been understandable, but it happened at least three times in the last two days; he was concerned. Sometimes he'd catch her staring at him, longingly almost, as if she was missing Laurent, or something that Laurent used to do. She latched herself onto him more and every so often she would ask for his permission to do things that she should be able to do without anybody's say so. Wanting to shower..wanting to wash her clothes..wanting to stay up past ten. He wasn't sure if it was the trauma doing it to her or if it was just how she preferred to act, but he had to keep an eye out.

He was heading home now, drumming his fingers along the patten leather steering wheel as he hummed a tune in his head. He didn't eat much that day so he was naturally feeling a bit of fatigue, but it wasn't anything a sandwich or a salad couldn't fix. He had to cook anyways; Caroline had been craving the meal he made for her the other day, which was a simple beef roast dinner. She loved the potatoes and carrots specifically because she was a lover of her vegetables, but the overall flavor combination wouldn't stray away from her tongue. He knew just what to do to make his food taste amazing and she wanted more.

At least that was one thing he could do to keep her happy; cooking was honestly a hobby of his and he wouldn't mind doing it every day for her.

As he was pulling into his driveway, an uneasy feeling began to settle inside of him; like something bad was about to happen. He was going to acknowledge it but he told himself it wasn't anything more than a false feeling of fear, and that he had nothing to worry about. He sighed, reaching over in the passengers seat to grab his suitcase. Mindlessly, he glanced out the window, but his heart stopped when he saw who was walking towards his house.

Long twists were hanging in front of his brothers face. His fists were balled at his sides, a stride so quick yet so steady carried his body down the sidewalk, and an expression so calm yet so chilling was painted on his face. Larry was frozen in his spot. He blinked hard, figuring he was just seeing things but the closer Laurent got to his car, the more real it became. He wasted no time in getting out of there after that and he snatched his suitcase out of his seat, throwing open his car door before he got out of his car, kicking the door shut as he pressed the lock button on his key. He looked over at his brother, who stopped once he saw Larry scrambling out of the car and they locked eyes for a moment before Laurent's eyes trailed up to one of the windows of Larry's house. Larry followed his eyes and he looked at the window as well, realizing he was staring into his bedroom. Nine times out of ten, Caroline was in there and he'd be damned if he let Laurent her anywhere close to her again.