God I feel so filthy.
When the last time I've taken a shower? I smell like shit.
ha.
I wonder what lou is doing.
Probably forgot about me.
Dad told me that the police stop looking.
Everyone thinks I'm dead. Maybe I should be.
The door opens.
"HAPPY VALENTINES YA SHIT " yells my drunken father.
It's Valentines already? Have I really been in here for that long?
My father sits down in front of me.
His has a white button collar shirt one. But it's so dirty it's begin to turn yellow. And he has a Santa clause hat on. With a vodka bottle in his hand.
"So what do you want for Valentines " he asks. With a smirk.
"I want to leave." I said not looking at him in the eye.
"Oh really" - he stops to take a sip of his drink- "and what would you do if you did? It's not like anyone misses you? They think your dead. What's the point? They won't even let you back in the door" he said serious as can be.
"Your right..." I say looking towards the door.
"... Candy cane?" My dad puts his hand in his pocket and pulls it out and there's a candy cane.
I take it.
"Thanks.." I say dryly
"Don't mention it slut" my dad says as he gets up to leave and stumbling getting to the door.
Then slamming the door behind him.
LOUS POV
So I'm so close to finding out where Kaitlyn is. So close.
I haven't forgotten about her. I never will.
The fans have been sending me RIP Kaitlyn tomlinson tweets.
To be honest.. It pisses me off so much.
I hear a iPhone ringtone.
oh that's my cell phone.
I run around my room looking for my cell phone.
Finally find it under some clothes.
"Hello?" I said panting. Come on my room is huge.
"Louis Tomlinson?" The voice said.
"No its JESUS" I said. Hey you ask stupid questions you get stupid answers.
"We found kaitlyns dad"
My heart stops and become serious.
"Ah, so your the one I'm paying to find him. So you deiced to finally call me back? What took you so long?"
"I only wanted to talk to you when I had information sir"
"Ouch, that hurts. Anyway let's get back to the whole reason I'm paying you."
"Okay. Well he's been seen entering and leaving the 'coming in' motel"
I felt sudden rush anger of anger inside me.
"So I've been paying you for months now... And that's all you got?!" I say almost yelling into my cell phone.
"Well yeah the mans a pro." He says so casually its making me even madder.
"And so are you" I say almost growling into the phone
"Look, that's all I've been able to find out." He says still casual.
"Okay. Well do you know around what times he comes and leaves?"
"No its usually just random."
"Okay."
"Okay bye, I'll call you if I have any else"
"So I'll expect a call around 4 of july then?" I said being a smart ass
There's silence on the other side of the phone and then the call ends.
I slide my phone in my pocket.
"Fuxking crist..." I say as I slide on over to my bed, and slip my head into my hands.