Chapter:-22

Light's P.O.V

He didn't budge,looking at me. She was still on his lap and his arms around her waist. They casually smiled at us. I didn't have grunge for Ida but Louis. He acted like we had nothing between us.

Moments later, she finally got  up and headed into kitchen. He smiled at us and flicked through the channels. Other's faces had painted anger but I brushed mine with disappointment. It was transparent, other could see it right through. But I felt like he intentionally spurned it.

We stood right beside the television but he paid no attention to us. Then I was the first person to go upstairs.

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Harry entered while making his hair into a bun, then others stepped in. Liam's eyes whanged pity on me and my heart imbibed it. They all sat on their beds while I stood in front of window.

Soon Louis came with a frown hung down. We all exchanged gazes but he stole his and laid on the bed with cover that might protect him from our glares.

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My eyes forced me to let them close. I restlessly laid on the bed. Half of my body wanted to rise up but other half stayed dead.

"What do you actually want?" My ears ran fresh.

"What do you mean by that?" It was Louis.

"You said that you'll end everything with Ida." Liam scolded.

"Ya! It's over. We aren't having sex," he said.

Those words slumped in my heart. All of a sudden it landed heavy. I turned my body and finally opened my eyes but it came together with tears.

"I can't understand you. Since the first day you are showing affection to that girl. Even after some days, you admitted that you like her but now. What happened? Gone! Puff!!"
I could sense Niall's voice was raising.

"I never said that I stopped liking her. I still do but Ida. She's good in bed." It was Louis and his words threw needles on my feelings."And she's just a captive. Will be gone soon."

That was enough, I couldn't hold more. The moment he left the room, I sat up with tears accompanied. I could not stand everyone's pitiful eyes. And I walked into the bathroom as my escape. 

It was taking long to absorb what had uttered from his mouth. I remembered that garage day. Where he told me that he won't let me go.
I should have known, nothing good would ever happen to me. Sooner or later it would fall apart. I should have kept my guards high for him to climb.
Heart was throbbing hard and eyes spilled tears. His words reminded me, where I came from.

"Light, come out," Niall requested.

But I didn't move a muscle and minutes later he was in. "Let go. He doesn't deserve something good," he whispered, sitting beside me.

"Harry has cooked something for breakfast. Come," he said.

I didn't want to make him mad as he was still being nice to me. So I followed him to the kitchen.

Scrambled egg's aroma filled in our noses as we sat on the table. Plate full of eggs with bacons were served to each one of us. Then he entered with her; hand-in-hand. Ignoring all of us he sat down while whispering something to her.My eyes gawped at them, I wanted to draw it somewhere else but heart forced my gaze to stay. By then my lips started to quiver as he kept disdaining me.

Seeing my reaction, Niall signaled me to come to the living room, then Liam and Harry joined too.

After sitting down, I allowed the tears to shed. It trailed down my cheeks and dived in my plate. I quietly cried there with my head in shame. There was a strange, unknown heaviness on my chest. My mind brought back all the good time I had spent with him. I wanted to vanish them all but the memories wanted to present them again and again.The word betrayal kept hammering inside me. Soon my inner mortification joined the pain I was suffering with,

"This is where you belong."
"This is the feeling, you should die with."
"How could you even think that someone would like you?"

Niall tried to make me feel better but nothing could, at that space of time. Though my tears had dried and breath found its normal track. But my heart had strayed from its pace.

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My noon walked in our room, with zero appetite and heaviness escalating on my chest. Others tried to draw my attention to their teen mistake stories but my mind was weaving threads somewhere else.
Where in the end, had a Scissor.

When the sun fell to its three and Harry told us that he had downloaded a movie. Then all of us finally head downstairs to the living room. There was nobody there.

We huffed together in relief. It was the time when no one wanted to face Louis and when he was not around. left our shoulders light.

Liam just had connected Harry's phone with television, when they stepped in with grins. The room with orange slipped into shades of blue and grey. Ida had a big, black duffel bag with her. Plopped it on coffee table and then they sat together opposite to me.

Louis told us that the bag had guns. Ida needed help to select  for distributing them to her fellow gang members.Everybody started talking about guns and their names,bullets and so, on. They discussed every detailed which was out of my mind.

"Light, Walther 99 or Glock 17. Which one should I keep with myself?" She asked with her typical German accent.

Then Louis started laugh. He kept on laughing and said," Don't ask such questions too her."

"She's a lame with candies, who play Mario cart," he said between his laughter.

No one else found it funny even Ida could see that I was feeling bad. My fingers fiddled and shamefulness made my heart beat change is pace. I didn't dare to look up. He  had  embarrassed me and that was the biggest thing, my heart ached for.

Minutes later, I finally went upstairs to let my tears fall. I sat in the bed with my keens close to chest. Hugged them and cried hard. Not caring if I was heard.

I started to think that being with Joe was better than the heartbreak. I had made up my mind to spent my entire life in that cage. I had accepted his blames, belts, curses. I had perfectly adapted myself to fit into a crack of no hopes. I had painted my present and future with darkest shade of grey then they kidnapped me! Trying to change the shades. Though it was helping but when he wanted to dump me back there, why did he brushed me on with changes?

The door open revealing his tall body. I quickly whipped my tears but I knew his gaze had already propelled it. Words didn't break out from none of us then he finally entered the bathroom.

For seconds I started to think that he came to see me but when he twisted the bathroom's door knob. Everything found it previous space.

He came out with a deep frown and cold, sorry eyes. I could see him muttering something under his breath but his voice didn't reach me.

We exchanged our wretched eyes then he stepped out, closing the door behind him.