Appreciate You || L.S Mob AU 🔞

XVIII

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🌹Third person POV🌹

"No no no no no no NO NO NOO!" Harry screamed, throwing his phone at the wall in frustration, gripping onto the roots of his hair as Niall sighed through his nose, wiping a hand down his face as Zayn just frowned, sitting back in his chair as he watched it all go down.

"I.. I don't even know who those people are yet! I didn't fucking think they'd try to-"

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Some people don't have strokes of luck over and over again the way a heartbeat repeats itself. Sometimes It starts only for it to finish with an ending. It lasts only until you believe you've got a chance. which often leads you into trying. But trying doesn't always cause a win. Sometimes it fails. sometimes it's just death itself.

Luck was never pretty when It came to Louis. It was cruel and merciless.

You'd think things are unexpectedly getting better without an explanation and yeah, Louis thought that too, until his heart was torn away along with every last peace of faith he had left.

"Fuck. You." He spoke with angry tears, his jaw was screwed tight as he glared at the man in front of him.

"Oh? Is that the thank you I get? hm.. very unappealing you know?"

"I hate you! You sick dirty man, I hate you so so much!!" He cried, Staring at the blood on his body.

It wasn't his.

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Flashback~

Louis bit his lip as he unlocked the door with shaky hand, suddenly the old images hit him.

those images..

He shook them away as he opened the door, shifting on backwards as the man walked in, Looking him up and down. Louis wasn't stupid. He knew the man wanted more than just to physically abuse him though Louis never understood why he never tried. Not that he's complaining, fuck no, it made him feel relief know nothing in that field of events have occurred.

"I see you've cooperated, Good boy" The man smirked as Louis cringed though hid it, not wanting the get the man angry. That never ended well.

"Anyhow, We're moving onto surprise Number two. We will be needing you outside now, we need to be somewhere shortly so hurry your steps."

That's it?

Louis slowly nodded, looking at the ground, too scared to look the man in the eyes. Because well the last time he did, it didn't do him any good, plus he'd rather not talk about that.

The man left without another word

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Present

"I'm a monster.." Louis hiccuped, his hands were shaking as his body jerked with each cry, "you made me a fucking monster!".

"No no honey, see, we've taught you how to defend. You'd like that wouldn't you though since Harry just loves to lay his hands on you? Well now Your Prepared, amour!" They Laughed and If Louis wasn't crumbling on this inside already, his heart felt as though it was trapped under its own hold.

They laugh at shit like this? How sick can one be.

Flashback~

"Do it Louis. Unless you'd like a phone call saying your mother has passed.. hm. How sad?" The man spoke, harshly grabbing Louis' wrist and pulling his hand upwards, turning his head back as he held his own hand up, waiting for another man to hand him the item.

Louis' eyes widened as he saw the knife being placed down in the mans hand who turned back to Louis, smirking as he motioned to the man behind Louis to hold a gun up to the boys head incase Louis tried anything.

The short boy's breath shuddered as he felt the cool tip of the metal against the side of his head, loaded and ready to shoot.

Was this it? The last few moments of his life? They were just going to take them away from him?

Louis held his breath as he watched the knife being set on the palm of his hand. What?

It was like freedom for a second. Like he could just kill them all and get it over with.

Though his heart was far too beautiful. Therefor it was easier to destroy.

(Shit dude I'm owning that fuckin quote, I'm so cool shut up omg- come up with smth better, I dare y'all😟)

"Now. Step forward Louis, let your heart know who's in control." The man hummed, stepping away as he revealed an innocent man who was held by two other men.

"W-what?" Louis whispered, his breath was shaky. Is this what they got him all dressed for? To walk through the streets of the city so nobody would be concerned over his previous worn out attire, just for it to end this way in an empty road with torn down, empty houses and dead birds with broken beaks?

"You know what we want, don't be so damn oblivious. We know how to get a whore like you back in line so don't bother trying to get out of it." Anger. The one thing Louis didn't want to cause. He now had to deal with the angry side of the man as if he wasn't already an asshole cause In that case it's just gotten even worse than it could've ever been.

Louis' hands shook violently as he glanced at the struggling man stuck between a tight hold. "You know you can't get away from this, yes? Either him or your beloved mother." The tall bloke spoke rudely, threatening Louis in one way or the other, leaving the boy no other choice.

Was he really about to kill someone?

"Johanna, isn't it? Hm, I'm sure Mark would be so so devastated." Louis' heart dropped as he heard his parents names spoken as a threat, "knowing she could've lived on if it wasn't for you.. your pathetic self."

He's not sure when or how his mind switched in just a small portion of time, the last thing he remembered was whispering a small "I'm sorry" to the man, staring him deep in the eyes with his own watery ones.

Just before puncturing the knife into the mans heart, right into the heart where the pain would last the shortest. Killing him faster though nonetheless painful.

He regretfully cried, watching the man groan out a cry, hunching over despite the painful holds on his arms, dragging him back. His last few hushed breaths, as he was being dropped to the ground, his eyes on the verge of shutting.

What hurt the most? The eyes. As they glanced at Louis with nothing but forgiveness.

Louis dropped the knife, letting it fall with a 'clank'. He shook his head 'no', he didn't deserve forgiveness. Anything but that. Louis watched as the mans eyes slowly rested, he watched the last puff of air leaving his mouth.

"I'm so sorry" Louis whimpered, thick droplets of tears leaving his eyes as he bit his lip, stopping the sobs which were soon to come.

The boy sat on his knees, slowly bringing his hand forward as he caressed the mans hair. He probably had a family. Kids. A wife. And he's sure the man loved them to death.

He's a killer. He did this. He took someone's father. Someone's husband. Someone's brother. Someone's son.

He deserved to live in guilt for whatever portion of life he had left ahead of him.

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How sad. ANYWAY.
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I hope everyone's well, love you all!
So so much.
Thank you for reading,
Sweet Angels.
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