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Chapter:-8

Light's. P.O.V

The cold water needled my skin. Bruises faded slowly, with old scars lightening up and new wounds forming darker ones. It went blue and heavy since last night. when Louis got mad, I don't. think , anyone has tried to talk to him yet.

How could someone get mad so easily and just by asking about medicines? but then I remembered 'Joe'. Louis was far better than him, Joe used to get mad in tiny thing but Louis controls himself.

I didn't even realise that I was done showering and drying my body with a towel until I heard some voices outside, it wasn't talks but sound of things being moved. I got out feeling cold in a full sleeved T-shirt and a trouser. It was really cold and the heater was on it least degree.

****

I thought to check out on Harry, he was driving since last night but on  entering I found Louis driving, I didn't wanted to make him mad again, so I tried not to be noticed and turn around but bad luck is an old enemy of mine.

"Sparrow." It felt warm, though his voice was hoarse but I loved it. Loved when he called me that and last night when he forced himself to call me by my name, it hurt and I found the same emotion in him too.

"Sit here," he commanded and signalled me to sit in the seat beside him.

I obeyed.

We stayed quiet. It wasn't awkward. It was never been."You got nice hair. Sparrow." Every time he said, 'Sparrow,' it sounded like he had to use that word. That there was no other name for me.

"Thanks."

By this time his left hand was running in my wet hair,it felt like he was examining something between his fingers.

"We are here," he whispered.

"What's this place?"

"Enidburgh."

"Why did you came here? It's it too far."

He was heading out and when he was finally on the ground, he turned around and sassily cooed me,"Now. Little sparrow has no hope for returning to her nest."

I wanted to thank him so but but for my good, lips remained sealed. We entered an old wooden house. Though the house appeared like it had not been used from long but that stayed  clean. He told me to follow him, the hallway had four rooms and he took me to the last one. He reached towards a closet and opened it.

"I don't like lending clothes, so take what you want." He laid on the bed, with his feet crossed and left arm on his eyes. His body looked restless.

Why do I feel like he's restless from inside?

He stood up as if he didn't want me to know the truth, as if he had sensed that I felt, he was restless. He came by my side in front of the opened closet. Some clothes were nicely folded and others were rumbled. He held a soft silk scarf in his hands, it was greyish green with some small leaves printed in black. Smelling it, he said,"Her smell is fading now."

"Whose?"

"Don't ask, just listen." He sounded, like he was mesmerized by French perfume.

"I had sold myself to her jet black eyes. Her skin was soft and a perfect shade of dark. I loved the smell of her soap. Beer. It made her even more strong."

Is that the reason, he use beer soap?

He paused and beckoned me to sit by his side and he grabbed my waist but it wasn't firm, it was soft like he just placed his hand on my waist."Her waist wasn't tiny as yours." He grinned and squeezed the side of my waist softly like I was a bird's feather that he didn't want to break."She knew what I felt for her,and she made me feel that she loved me too. But we were never together as she couldn't allow it."

I didn't say anything and eyes watched his lips curved up. But it didn't last long. His mile turned into clenched jaws. Now his grip on my waist was tighter, like he didn't want to repeat what ever happened in past between him and her.

"One day, I found a note on the hidden closet, of my old house and It said,

used you babe,
Check inside.
--- Jax "

and when I did, it was empty. All of the guns, drugs and money was gone."

I could see the anger raising in him, but a tint of his tone showed sadness and pain. May be he really liked her and finding that she used him to get those guns and money must have hurt him."I should let go and forget?" It sounded more like a question rather than a statement. So to his answer I nodded.

"You know what? Sparrow."

"What?" My voice sounded hoarse.

"I think, I am slowly letting go." He smiled and now he was bent in front of me with his arms on my shoulder.

No one has ever been, this friendly with me before.

He stood on his feet again and said,"Get what ever you want, okay."

I nodded.

He almost turned around but came back to me again but this time his eyes sent daggers. Anger hit like harsh tsunami.

"Don't you have a voice," he yelled.

I didn't know what to say. I tried looking for one word that would fit everything,but drawer in my brain wouldn't open.

"Look, you still don't say a thing," he hissed.

I didn't want to make his anger go on the summit. So I tried to utter some words but each time, I was just opening my mouth but shutting it again.

"Ugh!! You are so defenceless," he shouted , I was sure every body outside could hear him.

"I am sorry." Finally I could utter something, so my shoulders relaxed.

But it went opposite from what I'd imagined.

"Why are you apologising? Huh!" he came closer to me, I could hear and feel his fast and heavy breath.

I didn't say anything , I couldn't even balance myself up and in seconds he lost control so did my body. He smacked on my left cheek and I fell on the bed.

"Why? Why are you like this?"

"I had many captives and everyone always cried, fought with us and would bite at the cheery whenever they found a way out from the captivity."

"But you do nothing, Nothing." He shouted the last word at top.He grabbed me by my arm , made me stand up again but luckily Harry broke into the room.

"Lou, let it be." He tried to get him out of the room but he didn't budge.

"Why are you wasting time on this? Let's go and have fun." He pulled him again and this time he moved a little but his eyes were stitched with me.

"Let go her, don't waste energy on her." His words cut the invisible thread that had been stitched between our eyes.

Eyes which were warm and soft a few minutes ago, turned cold and deadly.Soon they were out but Harry came back. Peeking his head in, he whispered to me, "your safe now."

I replied in the same language
"Thanks."

Now the door was shut, his smacks didn't affect me that much but his hatred did. For some odd reasons I could bare Joe's anger tearlessly but not with Louis. An odd reason that I wasn't aware of, didn't want to make him upset.

He was peaceful.He had been peaceful before. One minute his mind had been calm, but I had ruined it all. I began to cry, salt water trailed further down my cheeks with each blink.

"Light" Liam entered and I pulled my sleeves up to wipe the tears off my cheeks.

"Fine now?" He asked and stood in front of me like a father.

"Yeah." I forced the word out of my mouth. I didn't want to nod and make Liam angry as well

He sat by my side, inspected my cheeks. "A bruise. Want an ice pack?"

I shook my head slightly.

"Why did he brought you up here?"

"He didn't want me to lend more clothes,so he told me to pick what ever I'd like to wear. I should get from the that," I replied pointing towards the closet behind him and by this time, I had stopped crying.

"Did he really offered her clothes to you?" He looked astonished.

"He said, ' he wanted to let go'," I told him the truth.

"Whoa! Massive change," he exclaimed and walked out without saying anything.

****

I measured every second walking in the lilac coloured clock and now it had been an hour since Liam stepped out.

"Light," I heard my name being shouted from down.I wasted no time and headed downstairs.

"Cook breakfast for two," Niall said bluntly.

I could see them wearing expensive outfits except Louis. He laid on the couch like he gave no crap about us. One second the cigarette was on his lips,then next smoke his most of his face.

"Where's the kitchen?" I asked.

"I'll show you," Niall said and beckoned me to the left side and I caught the others leaving.

We entered there and Niall said,
"We told him to come with us but he won't budge, he's calm now but don't make him angry, okay," he tried to assure me.

"Okay," I replied.

"We don't know when we are going to be back, but it'll be tomorrow anytime."

"I'll make sure I make no moves," I said, swallowing the lump back in my throat.

"Don't try to run, cause you won't be anywhere and we'll find you."

I nodded.

"It doesn't mean we are lenient, so we can't be tough and harsh," he said and walked off.

****

"What shall I cook you for breakfast?"

"Nothing."

I stood their for with my arms on my side defenselessly. "I am going to play a vedio game, wanna join," he offered.

"I only know Mario."

He chuckled and then laughed a little.
"It's going to be pretty hard."

"It's an easy game."

"Hard in the sense I used to play it when I was young. Maybe it's somewhere hidden in store room, it'll be hard to find it," he said and walked off, to get the game.

He was taking really long time. I sat on the couch, my fingers drawing doodles on the dust that covered the coffee table.When he came back, his eyes were red, he looked dizzy and tired but at the same time looked relaxed and his left hand gripped the old version of Mario cart.

"Let's play. Sparrow." He looked uneasy but happy.

He put the game on, the music of the game reminded me my childhood. Just the picture of me and my friends playing it together made me smile.
He suddenly put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me towards his chest but in nervousness, instead of hearing his heart beat I was hearing mine.

"Little sparrows smiles," he said and chuckled pinching my cheeks.

We played for half and hour or more. After that I could see him getting uneasy every next second. His eyes were even more red than before. Around the corners lurked the beginning of tears. Sent the lump back into his throat. He rubbed his finger tips together continuously.

"I'll come back in a second," he said and strutted towards the stair case.

But he didn't and it was 8 in the night but still hadn't heard anything from him.I had cooked chicken hot pie, though I didn't eat the whole day but wasn't feeling hungry. I was worried for him.I didn't want to disturb him, so knocking or calling out his name were in my farthermost option. Yet  what happened this mornings was enough for me and I had no intention to make him mad at me again.

I was tired,

I sat on one of the chairs of dining table, arms crossed laying on the table with my face on it. I looked out, seeing the same purple and blue sky. Reminded me of day before yesterday.

When he carried me and ran into the woods.

"Sparrow, have you ever experienced butterflies in the stomach?"

"No"

"Well, I am experiencing it now," he murmured that time but I already heard it.

Does he feel the same way?
I am attractive for him?
He looks so good. A perfect example of handsome.
But where do I stand?

NOWHERE.

****

Twenty more minutes now, I couldn't control anymore and with anxiety brooding in my body made me strut the door that was under the stair case.

My hand went up and then came down again, this process was repeated several times until I gathered all of my confidence and knocked but no response, I knocked few more times but again no reply.

Finally, I opened the door. It laid dark, pitch black with no window or any ventilator. Tracing the wall on my left with my hand, hoped to find some light's switch. And my good luck,
there was..

I switched it on, finding Louis laying on the floor, eyes closed and then my eyes sprawled to a packet in his hand, some green colored content poured out a bit and I knew what it was Cannabis.

I shook him but he didn't give any response, Placing my ears on his chest to hear his heartbeat and
It was..

Author's Note

Cliffhanger.

So what do you think, its going to happen?

Tell about Louis change of moods.

What do you think of that 'Jax' girl who stole Louis's money,drugs and guns.

Do you think she'll come back?

Pray she won't.

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