Chapter:-16

Light's. P.O.V

I ouster my body from the black van. No one was near that house expect us.

"Can you walk?"Harry asked.

I nodded in agreement, I could see Louis was going to protest so. I took my step, before he could utter a single negative thing about my health. Although it hurt deep when I moved fast but I didn't want to budge Louis every time.

The house was empty, but things on furniture screamed that the owner was there few minutes before. Wet towel on the couch, warm water glass stood on the edge on the coffee table. We were near the stairs, on which Harry had already climbed up.

"You look uncomfortable, I can carry you if you want." His words embraced caressing.

I was about to deny it but Louis pushed pass Liam and Niall who was aloof before. He picked me up without  a warning.

"Are you trying to act wonder women here?" he strictly sneered.

"Intertwine your arms around my neck, you'll fall otherwise." His words pissed.He started jolting up with others behind us. All the way to the room, he didn't keep quite and kept scolding me."Why do you want to do stunts, huh!" "You could barely walk properly from van to stairs than you want to climb them too." "And stop this, ' I am fine ' tag with you. When you aren't," he sassed."I am purely sorry but you are just pushing me away." he sounded angry then.

"Don't be sorry. It's a total lie. Last time when you beat me, you said that you wouldn't do it again." I could not bare it anymore. He's the one who has done the mistake and scolding me!
"If you would've hit me on any other matter. I would have  bare it, but you thought I was calling someone and I ditched you!"  "You didn't believe me." I yelped the last sentence.

After a long silence on his lips, he whispered finally,"I am sorry."

I didn't answer, I didn't want accept his apologises. I did not want to believe that he wouldn't hit me anymore. His promises were always unkept and I didn't want to slip into lies.

We entered a room, it was plain. Windows without curtains, cream walls and double bed with a sheetless mattress on it then he placed me down on it. And soon everyone came in dropping their bag packs on the floor

"We aren't going to tell she's our captive," Liam said and softly looked at me again.

"Why?" It was Harry.

"Because they'll treat her the worst and I don't think she deserve it," Liam said pressuring on 'She'.

"She's better than other hostage," Niall said and smiled at me, so did I.

"She's perfect," Louis blurt out sternly. He was standing in the corner across us. Arms crossed over his chest and his eyes hailed that he was pissed.
We all left our conversation hanging and stared at him, the boys expressed amusement for seconds with smirks playing on their lips. But I sat shocked.

He was calm, arms crossed over his chest same as two minutes before, his side depended on the wall. Totally giving us the expression that he didn't give a shit on this topic.

"Our big mate is developing feelings." Liam teased.

Everyone started laughing and this time his actions changed too. Head bowing down as his cheeks stood red, so did mine and Liam kept nudging his finger on my side.

****

The door swung open revealing a big man trotting toward us in brown jacket and black pants.

He was old fashioned.

He greeted everyone and asked them about me. They introduced me as their friend. For seconds I couldn't process my mind that someone called me their friend. Though I knew they were laying to him but they already treated me like one.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realise he came closer to me. He held my chin up. I thought he inured that I was a captive. I was going to get beaten again but he checked my bruise on my left cheek.

"What happened SüBe ?" He questioned in concern and used a German pet name for me.

"Louis's gift," Harry muttered.

"Huh! Why would you do this?" he showed my bruise to Louis.

"Misunderstanding Jim," he mumbled under his breath, giving out a sigh.

"Please leave it," I said. My voice raised a bit, I was shocked about my  unusual.

I looked up at Louis, his eyes beamed hurt and apologizes. Some part of me was giving in but another was being stubborn.

"I am hungry, let's just drop it," Liam said and got up fixing his pants.

****

We were on one of our last bites and a skinny guy entered the kitchen. He had bright blue eyes, light blond hair.Jim stood up and gave him his seat as he was already done. He introduced us to him, saying he was Linus his younger son. For some unknown reason he had crept a smirk on his lips. . I was getting  uncomfortable vibes as his mysterious eyes danced on everyone of us.

"Where's Libee ?" Niall asked Jim.

Jim's expressions threw down, he looked to  unsolicited that question. His lips didn't speak for seconds but face emoted pain. Niall and Liam didn't move their gaze from him probably curious just like me.

"She's died," Jim finally muttered.

The whole room shaded dark and weighted heavy to bare on heart. Niall was the most to be affected my the reply. He placed his fork on the plate and walked away. Harry got up put his arm around Jim and murmured something.I thought Libee was very close to the guys. They were sad as ever. Louis had pushed his meal full plate a bit away.

"What happened?" Liam asked.

"Police raided here last year and she tried to attack them and they shoot her instead," Harry answered.

"So, you already knew about it," Niall said  in disgust. While tears kept escaping his eyes, with every next blink.

"She was my Mom. And you knew it from a year ago, but didn't care to tell me," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

He strutted towards him with his hands curled in fists,"Why didn't you inform me?" He shouted again and pushed him away but Harry caught balance.

"I am sorry, mate," Harry muttered.

"No,sorry or any apology would work now."

"And Jim, why didn't you tell me?" he screamed too high.

"Listen Niall. Please." He was trying to calm  the situation but Naill didn't want to.

"Who else knew about it?" He turned towards us.

"It was just between me and Jim," Harry said.

"You, don't say anything." With that Niall punched his face and he stumbled a bit. He punched him again. Harry didn't fight back but defende himself. He knew his friend's anger was admissible.

Stomping his feet and Naill threw everything came along his way to the room in the corner of living room. He was crying hard, we could even hear him from down. He screamed for minutes and it was silent.Heavy and unbearable feeling invaded in. When you are unsure of your actions, when the brain can not process anything execpt the lumps in throat.

"Harry, why didn't you tell us," Louis voice was hoarse.

"I didn't know myself, that how would I tell you," he murmured and sat on my left chair.

"Last year, he came her just for a small visit. It was the day of her funeral. I knew Niall would explode just like this that's the reason I didn't want to tell him," Jim confessed.

"I wanted to tell him too but never had guts. After his mother. Libee was, all he had since twelve and I had the vibe if the outburst." Harry said and finally looked up.His bottom lip was swollen and chin had a small cut and a small bruise.

We were dipping in sadness but Linus had no effect of the atmosphere in the room. He finished his food and walked outside. Jim looked surprised too. His behavior was weird. Though he was skinny and looked like anyone could beat him up but the aura he flumed on us, told he was a guy with brain and tricks. Clever and unfaithful.

"Can I go and see him?" I asked .
Every one looked up at me in shock.

"What would you do?" Louis asked.
"I don't know, maybe talk," I replied.

"Are you sure?" It was Liam.

I nodded went to the left side of the living room. There's a room, he was probably in it. I slowly walked towards it, finding Louis following me.

"Can't you leave me for few minutes," I was bitter.

****

I was about to knock on the door but my hands automatically twist the knob and pushed the door open.

He was sitting on a single bed attached to the wall near a pale green curtained window. His back pressed the headboard and arms crossed behind his head and legs laid on the crumbled blanket.

"Get out. Otherwise you'll think twice before breathing." Words came out of his gritted teeth.

"I haven't come here to fight Niall." I sat on the bed with my legs hanging down.

"Don't give me the lecture, just like in movies that one character is pissed and another comes and speak some poetic words, throwing optimism and making the sad one happy and make him forget about the matter," he blurted out.

"No, I was never going to. That thing sucks"

"It sucks." He was shooting anger on movie makers then.He stretched the blanket which was practically under my butts, then he pulled it till his chin.

"I don't know, what these people think."

"Who?" I asked.

"These movie maker's."

"Yeah! They show bullshit. I don't know what they actually think while doing it. How could a person be so perfect as their characters," I spoke.

"Yeah! What do they think all men should be masculine with toned body and should look sexy and that's the reason people feel insecure. "

"Yes,exactly. These people are ridiculous. Just because of them every girl wear dozen of makeup every mornings and guys go to gym and buy expensive branded clothes."

"This is insane," he commented.

"When they focus on good and optimistic things, they do it too much and we feel insecure that we are the only one who's sad and ugly." He continued.

"And when they focus on dark side of the world. They do it too extreme that we can't bare to watching it."

"And when they do science fictions," he spoke but I cut him.

"Yes,yes. The science fictions. They come with whatever. When we were kids it was fine with Superman and Batman but now they come up with weird robots and cities. Weird stories." I could feel my voice raising.

We criticized every weird movie we had watched in past. I was so frustrated about these movies and wanted to let it out so badly but couldn't. Then, that day Niall helped me shooting my anger and frustration in open out.

By the next half an hour we were in the blanket which didn't helped warming us. I had a vibe that Louis was near the door, eavesdropping everything.

"You're nice," Niall commented and smiled at me.

"Cause I don't know how to be rude" I spilled truth.

"Don't you want to run away?"

"I wanted to afresh" I lied.

"But I am fine this way too," I answered.

We solicited the soft silence for minutes.

"Should I go to the cemetery?"

"Yes, sure. Maybe you'll feel better."

"My mother died in my early twelves and Libee took me. Since then she treated me as her son. She was the best person I had ever met."

"One day I had a fight with two guys in the corner of the street. I knew they would beat the shit out of me so, I ran to her." "You can never imagine how she beat them. Only I have the memory." Then he started laughing hard very hard that his face turned red and he started rolling. Watching him laughing like that made me too.
"No one can ever imagine, how she did it," he said between his laughs.

Suddenly I saw a shadow near the door and I was very aware of that person. I ripped the blanket off my body and strutted towards the door and opened it and he stumbled inside,

"What are you doing?" I shouted."Stop eavesdropping."

I was surprises in my own guts.

"First you attempt the shits then want me to forgive you," I yelled again.

By this time Niall came over to us and whispered,"typical couples," and walked out of the room, with his hands in pockets.

"We aren't couples," I shouted at Niall who was already out."Can never be," that hiss was for Louis.

But he kept chuckling and shook his head."I like the new angry version."

****

We were going to the cemetery but before going we all wants to clean our bodies.

"This shirt would look good," Louis handed me peach colored top.

"First it's a top and second it reveals the back," I said.

"What's with you, I gave you  all of the cloths but you don't like a single one. If I give you T-shirts you complain about showing arms.""Neither these skirts you don't want to wear nor do you want this top."

"She had so many clothes that revealed nothing but you didn't packed them"

"You said that what ever I wish , so this is what I wish," he said.

"I don't want to wear these," I murmured.

I didn't want to reveal any skin. I didn't want to show my scars and bruises.

"Okay, I'll give you mine," he said.

I nodded.

We all showered and were on our way to the cemetery in that cheap van. The graveyard was not very far, we reached there in fifteen minutes or so.The sky stretched clear but heart wasn't gloomy as we watched stoned graves rested everywhere in nuclears. Harry guided us to the graved, I could see Niall's hands shaking, he looked scared. Everyone else was sad too.

"It's here," Harry informed.

On the grave it was written
Libee Burgh
1977-2015.

We kept our flowers on it and stood in circles. We quietly said our prayers.

"We should leave Niall alone here," I suggested.

They agreed and we walked away. Harry and Liam chose a different path other than me and Louis.

"What happened Sparrow, you look off?" He asked.

He was right I wasn't feeling good. I was feeling guilty of my parents death. I couldn't even attend their funeral Joe never let me. I was unaware of my parent's graves.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Do you miss your parents?" He asked.

"How- how do you know about it?" I questioned.

"I searched everything about you and Joe," he whispered.

I got scared, what If he already knew about about Joe and my relation.

"Tell me what happened?" He questioned again.

"I didn't attended my parent's funeral. Joe never told me, where he had buried them," I whispered sadly.

He was going to say something but Liam cut our conversation and told us to come with him. We were heading back to the street again.

****

The night fell and we were normal again. Niall had forgiveb Harry and stepped into a better mood. We  came back to our room after having dinner but there were only three bed and we had to share a single room. It wasn't big but wasn't small too. We could adjust.

The door swung showing Linus and his signature smirk.

"What?" Liam spoke.

Everyone had the same expression, Pissed. If they were lions they would have been killing him brutally.

"We aren't here to have chit chat with you. Linus!" Louis spoke and laid on the bed that I had made.

"I ain't interested in that too," he replied and without anyone's permission he entered the room and sat on the chair.

"You guys have to work for me," he ordered like we were his slaves.

"And you think we will," Niall sassed.

"Yes, why not," he said and got up.

"Remember when you all came here in May last year, you sold Tessa's drugs which she was planning to sell."

"How- how did you?" Harry spoke astonishing.

"Yeah! I know everything," he teased.

"But we didn't know it was her, we got to know about it later on," Harry defended.

"That doesn't matters. She couldn't pay her debts."

"And we gave her some money to cover some," Niall said.

"It's some not the whole thing."

"I won't tell  anyone if you sell my drugs."

"I could do this on my own but these days German police is on checks. It's getting very strict and I want my goods to trade in an area where there is a higher level of security"

"Okay, we will try," Louis said and sat up.

"Don't try. do it." "Otherwise," he sneered and walked outside. Leaving the door opened.