Addict // l.t [au]

1.50

               She didn’t understand what had driven her with such motivation to find the necklace. It was the necklace her first love gave to her – a necklace that reminded her of Harry. And whenever she would look down at the small golden crescent moon, she would think of, Harry as well as exhilaration.

               Dakota was merely frustrated that she couldn’t find a thing that used to bring her happiness. Holding the door open, ready to leave, Dakota’s eyes caught on a shoebox squished under a drawer.

               She went on her knees and pulled it closer towards her, throwing the box off the lid. Inside were a bunch of folders, within many, many white pages. She threw them out of the box, searching for her golden necklace.

               She couldn’t believe her eyes. Her necklace was there. She quickly grabbed it and inspected it. It hadn’t been very damaged, but Louis did take it from her. Louis. He saw it, and he just stole it without her permission.

               She crushed the necklace tightly in her palm and memories began to flood back. From when Harry and Dakota where in Rome together in 2012, or when they both took cooking class and Harry put her to shame with his talents of baking.

               She smiled at those memories. She never had real memories with Louis. Sure, she seemed to be happy with him, and she really did love him. He was always there for her, even if she left, he would always be there, and that was something that Harry didn’t have. He would leave her any moment of the day and that destroyed Dakota so much, Harry didn't even notice it.

               Filling the files back in the shoebox, she couldn't help but sneak a bit. She was so curious to why there would be stacks upon stacks of paper in a shoebox, so she glanced around a bit.

               As soon as she opened the file she was met with a young mans face. He seemed to be very young. He was handsome too. He had these typical blue eyes and russet coloured hair, with a sloppy grin. Under him was his name (Dakota assumed) Jack Barret. She went to the next page and was greeted with someone else. Another man, slightly older with a picture and his name beneath. Then she went to the next, and the next and the next until she couldn’t bare it anymore.

               She read the title of the folder.

               ‘DECEASED’

 

               The presence of fear was all over Dakota as she tossed the folder back in the shoebox and pushed it back under the drawer.

               Dakota knew what Louis did when he left the house. She knew what job he had, and she knew how much he had hurt other people. The worst part of this was, any normal human would be completely mortified of having their lover kill people if they run out of time to give a certain thing, but for Dakota, she felt as if it was his duty. As if it was okay. He always had told her, it was normal in the world they lived in. And every time he said, ‘our’ she would scream in nothing but bliss.

               As she was pushing it back where she found it, tears streaming down her face, she was too busy to hear the front door open.

               “Dakota?”

               No, no, no! Dakota thought, please don't find me. No! No!

 

               Louis, a frustrated young man stood at the door of his office – a place strictly forbidden for people like Dakota.

               “What the hell are you doing in here, Dakota?”

(dedicated to ellemonstr because she's a genius and her stories make me love her so much because she's so talented)