Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

T W E N T Y - T H R E E

Red. He needed to see red, something, anything. He wanted to see it spill from her mouth and drip over that voluptuous lower lip of hers. He wanted to look into her eyes and watch as the fear and agony arose behind them while he sliced away at the supple skin on her belly. He wanted to feel her body shake in his arms as he dragged the knife up and down the length of her neck, opening up the frail skin. He wanted to watch as she kicked and screamed and begged for him to stop as he penetrated her over and over again at his own accord. He wouldn't wait for her this time. He wouldn't give her not even a second to speak because she turned on him, the one girl he became infatuated with; obsessed with. He didn't want to hurt her, for he knew she would always be his baby. Her actions, though, were unspeakable to him and he would never be able to find it in him to forgive her. To make matters worse, she ran off with his brother right after she helped him escape.

She helped him.

He thought he'd broken her down enough for her to refrain from attempting something like that, but he was wrong.

As for his brother, the things he wanted to do to him, the things he wanted to put him through were so gruesome...he was afraid of himself. He couldn't stop the shaking in his hands and the twitch in his eye as he sat across the street, legs crossed against the cool, rough pavement. There was no chair for him to adjust his seat in. There was no car, no buses he would be taking. There was just him. Much like the shadow your eyes would see to play tricks on your mind, it was almost like he didn't exist. People would walk by, look down and once they saw how estranged he was from reality, they wouldn't question a thing as they carried on their own journeys. Twists hung in front of his face, head low, hands sat neatly in his lap...and he watched. He watched every window, observed every door, and took note of every entrance he could in case they needed to be used by him. Since he'd been sitting there, he's already figured out a way to get inside of Larry's bedroom window in plain sight without getting caught. Most of Larry's doors were slam-locks, and lucky for Laurent, he picked those locks the best.

Just then, from the right side of the house at the farthest end, there was the silhouette of his beloved Caroline. Long, wavy hair now straightened to perfection as she looked at herself in the mirror. Skin glowing like lanterns under the night sky, she looked...happy. She had a big smile on her face as she put her small pearl earrings into her ears and applied a light coat of lip gloss to her lips. Tight but fitted jeans hugged the lower half of her body and he couldn't ignore the memories of her walls squeezing around him for the first time when they surfaced in his mind. Those thoughts were quickly diminished by the anger arising in his body when he saw Larry come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist before she turned around, embracing him in an endearing hug. Then, Larry places a kiss right on her forehead...and she let him.

 Laurent watched closely, his eyes widening in anger when he saw that Caroline allowed it. She reached her small hands up to meet behind Larry's neck and she stood on the tips of her toes, embracing him in another hug. Larry was being really careful with her, keeping his hands above her waist and eyes locked on hers. In the midst of their moment, Larry ended up blooping Caroline's nose three times. Laurent seethed when he realized how...comfortable they were with each other. They didn't look to be romantic, but them smiling in each other's faces was more than enough to want to take Larry's finger and bend it back until his arm broke.

"I'll kill you," he whispered, balling his fists inside of his legs. He watched their interaction for a while before he stood up, making his way down the street. He knew since she was getting ready for wherever they were going, they would be leaving soon, and he didn't want her to see him. Not yet. He stood behind a tree, pressing his right hand against it as his left hand fell at his sides. She left the room eventually and the light cut off. He waited a few seconds before the front door opened and he nearly went ballistic at the sound of her laugh. He was honestly ashamed to admit that seeing her laugh and talk with his brother turned him on only because he knew he'd be taking their lives soon. The thought of those smiles being wiped off of their faces at the hands of him aroused him. As mad at he should be at himself, he truly didn't feel a thing. He sucked in a deep breath to control himself before he focused back on the pair, gritting his teeth when he saw Larry kiss her again in the same spot on her forehead. She smiled at him before they walked to his car parked in the driveway. Larry then unlocked the doors, letting Caroline get in the passenger's seat.