A/N:
Thank you for 60k! I never expected this story to receive the attention it has so thank y'all so much 😭🫶 Also sorry for taking a million years to update, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Guess who just arrived to the beautiful country of London? Me bitch! I'm ready to drink tea, eat crumpets and see one direction live in concert! Ya insecure don't know what for 🕺
Anyways, I'm in the taxi or shall I say cab eating a cookie or shall I say biscuit on the way to Louis Patridge's apartment or shall I say flat. Anyways he's my new boyfriend (more like money supplier), but anyways.
"You excited?" he asks as I'm staring out the rainy window. Damn it rains hard and good here.
"For?" I question, giving him a quizzical look because what the fuck. Ive just left my whole life in America behind, I'm scared and vulnerable, so like how can I be excited? 🤨
"To live in the UK, silly" Louis chuckles, pinching a packet of Earl Grey tea from the back of the cab, grabbing a teapot and cup out of nowhere and pouring himself some tea.
I watch him as he sticks his pinky up and begins to sip. Sorry, but why is there a whole tea station in this thing? Also, why do buses here have another bus on top?
Louis licks his lips with satisfation after his big gulp of tea, "Ah, scrumpdiddly that is! nothing like the proper taste of tea on these British shores".
"Um... anyways..." I mumble, bored of him already. Let me just go back to looking out the window and observing this unfamiliar, foreign land.
"So Yolly, what's gonna happen with your house now that you're gone?".
"Hm?".
"Your house. Nobody lives there anymore right?".
"Fuck," I respond.
Look, I didn't consider whats gonna happen with my house. Like will my dad's insurance money keep payin for it even when nobody's livin there? 🤨
Louis just laughs slightly, "Yeah, you should probably contact your dad".
"How will I do that when im in a whole seperate country? Anyways enough of my house. Boring" I tell him, yawning slightly.
"Alrighty-o, the cab is nearly at my place so just sit tight there aye?" Louis says, patting my knee. I flinch, because why is he touching me. Weird-o. Might call the cops, or the British guards.
I just nod, because really, if im being frank with you lot, Louis is a pretty boring person. Not to bring them up since I'm a new girl, but at least the triplets could actually make me laugh... 😢💔
Anyways, no. I can't be sad. Once I get enough money out of British loser, I can save up and get my own house and find a new boyfriend. One with no criminal record or attractive sibling that I'm also into.
Until then, I just gotta smile, be Louis's bitch and eat tea and biscuits. How difficult can that be? 😄
•••
Eventually, we arrived to his place. And to be honest, it's pretty bland looking from the exterior. With that Netflix coin? You'd expect a mansion.
"Thank you good sir!" Louis smiles to the cab driver, handing him some pounds, dablooms, pennies...Whatever the fuck they use.
"Have fun kids, but not too much fun hahaha if u get me" the driver winks before speeding away. 🚕💨
I look weirdly over at Louis as he drags my suitcase across the path, "Fun?".
"Yeah, no. We're not doing any of that, don't worry" he tells me, walking up his driveway with all my luggage.
"We're not going to have fun?" I question, because why the fuck am I here then? To sit around all day? What if I want to have fun and play U-Know or Monopoly?
Louis then looks at me strangely, "You know he was referring to- look, never-mind. Let's get inside, I've got a lovely room for you to stay".
I just shrug and then follow Louis to his front door. He pulls out his keys and unlocks it and then sighs, "It's not much, but it's home".
Yeah. I've been to motels with my dad better than this. The lack of Galaxy here is disgusting. Isn't that apart of all home decor? Y'all have some sort of galaxy in ur house right? 🤨
"Yeah, we need to give this dump a makeover" I tell him, "I am thinking a Galaxy accent wall, Galaxy projectors programmed in all lights and a retro Beatles themed kitchen?".
Louis laughs slightly, "You're joking yeah innit? I don't think my roommate would much like that aha".
Oh yeah, he had a fucking roommate. I hope it's a hot guy, because I know I'm like Louis's girlfriend or whatever but I don't want him. Life ain't always gonna be a Doja Cat concert.
"Well, I don't care" I tell him, sitting on the kitchen stools and opening the Temu app on my phone. Time to make a Wishlist of cute decor!
Louis sighs aloud, "I guess we can put some Beatles decor up. There's plenty in the street markets coz London was their home town innit?".
Also side note, I know I said I was over the Beatles but I've relapsed into my Beatles love. They are my coping mechanism now that Matthew is gone, ya know? It's like a major fuck you 😂.
Before I can answer my delight to the idea, a voice speaks up, "The beatles? Louis, I didn't know our new roomie had such a unique music taste"
I turn to the source of the voice and my heart freezes in my clenched butt cheeks ☹️and my eyes widen 👁️👁️so open. Following this, I nearly shiver so violently that I just about could collapse onto the British 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧floor, crack my skull open ☠️ and fucking die because there's no fucking way THAT bitch is here.
Louis laughs and nods, wrapping his arm around the monster, "Yep, Yolly's very unique. Anyways, Volley meet Yolly, Ive been dying to introduce you both".
My head is spinning 😵💫 like hell and lets just say the temu app on my phone has been long forgotten. I came here to get away from those American cunts who RUINED MY LIFE. Now the WORST bitch I ever fucking met is here! I LEGIT CAN NOT BELIEVE THIS IM FUMING AND MY BODY IS HAVING AN EARTHQUAKE RN OH HELL NAUR I GOTTA GO 🏃♀️🏃♀️💨
"We actually know each other" Volley smiles very evily, leaning her head on Louis's shoulder. And hang on, I thought he was my boyfriend?
"You do?" Louis questions, nuzzling his head onto hers, "How so?".
I just stare with wide eyes, my hand sweating up on my overheated IPod touch while I'm planning my escape. Words do not word right now, no amount of dictionary could help me provide words for the words I need to word. 😄
"Sisters," Volley smiles, looking lovingly at Louis, "Basically, she will be your sister in law one day pookie".
"Excuse me? We are fucking half-sisters for starters and you're literally a product of my dad being a slut so" I snap at her, slipping down from my stoll.
"Yolly! Why the harsh words?" Volley gasps, backing away from Louis for a moment to pretend she is hurt. That evil, conniving bitch.
"Bitch, don't even start with me! I'm in my healing era so I don't need your fucking shit!" I shout so violently that saliva spits out while I'm banging my foot over and over.
"What?! I- I- I- I thought we were close Yolly!" Volley beings to harshly sob and runs upstairs. This fucking brat. Y'all probably wondering why I'm not more ANG ANG 😡 but trust me, I'm just so shocked I can't think.
Louis rushes up a few steps and then looks back at me, glaring. He then shows me his hand and only now am I noticing he's wearing a finger bracelet 💍, "Yolly, that is no way to talk to my future wife".
"Louis what the fuck! You're getting married to that hoe?! You literally said we were boyfriend and girlfriend!".
Are y'all hearing what I'm hearing right now? 🤨Like loud and clear in high definition 4K? 🤨Are we hearing this? 🤨I been saying this Patridge cunt was a fuck boy since day one huh. Anyways, I need Matt or Chris right now so bad.
"Yeah, well engaged ain't married. I can't play around? Also, you really thought I'd want you? I pity you Yolly, I really, really do..." Louis says, smirking slightly before walking up stairs.
In complete shock, I back into the wall, breathing heavily. There is no fucking way British Jesus aka Louis Partridge has just revealed himself as the (second) villain in my story.
"There ain't no way..." I breathe out slowly, sliding down the wall. What the fuck? Not me being stuck in a foreign country with my worst enemies in the whole world. Please tell me this is just a nightmare and I'm hallucinating hahahaha right?? Haha? 😃
Overcome with extreme pain, I begin to sob into my knees because I'm so petite than I can do that. Guys, someone call fucking PETA or whatever the British police is called!
Minutes later, I'm still sobbing. Because oh my god. I'm such an idiot. I fell for that British cunt's tricks and now I'm stuck here... Yolly: No Way Home 😢.
"Aw sissy, are you upset?" Volley's voice suddenly rings out, followed by British laughter. I look up, and through blurry vision all I can see is Volley and Louis, laughing at me.
"Get this Voll, she really thought I was into her!" Louis laughs evily. Bitch, who said I was fucking into him? I was into the money. Let's get that fucking settled. But before I can defend my integrity, Volley cuts in.
Volley cackles, "God, that is pathetic! It's just further proof that the little wrench's ego is more inflated than my dummy thicc ass".
Louis laughs and winks at Volley in a disgusting manner, "Yeah babe, you tell her. The only men she can pull are crusty YouTubers, like get a load of that Matt guy, can't even grow a proper beard".
I sniff back all tears because this is getting fucking ridiculous, "If you think your words are gonna hurt? Think again, also don't talk shit about Matt, I know he's a murderer but still!" I snap, getting to my feet. This is my fight song. Take back my life song.
Volley and Louis just exchange a long, drawn out, 😈 evil glance. What the fuck is it now? Volley just slowly approaches me and I back away because ew, "What, you didn't know?".
"Babe, I don't think she does know" Louis smirks, standing behind Volley. They're both now towering over my 5"0 frame, clearly trying to be dominate and evil but ya know. That's not gonna work.
"Know what? You both need to cut this act out, we aren't on Disney channel just get to the fucking point" I spit, rolling my eyes. It's hard being so mentally mature.
Volley raises her eyebrows, "Watch the tone, sissy" she smiles, before wrapping her brown gross oily musty hair 'round and 'round her finger, "Do you want to know or...?".
Louis shuffles away toward the kitchen, grabbing a glass of tequila and sighing mockingly, "I don't think she wants to know babe, maybe we should just go away...".
"You're right my darling, I don't think Yolly here wants to know..." she grabs her own glass of forbidden adult beverage and begins to pour, "Too bad, so sad...".
"Just fucking tell me then!" I growl, rolling my eyes over and over, "Stop playing games and talk you fucking crocodile dick suckers", (Shoutout to Jeremy, that's one of his go to fornite on Xbox live slurs).
Volley laughs, "That's all the insults you've got? I mean, I shouldn't expect less from someone with the mental capacity of a 2 year old".
"Yeah, she's such a little pathetic brat" Louis laughs, "Anyways, let's just tell her before she makes even more a fool of herself".
Holding back tears, I just wait for one of them to say something. No, I'm not getting upset over their empty insults. I, Yolly Hyacinth Goldson don't get fucking mchurt. God, I need a gun so bad right now. 🔫😫 What? I'm American its what we do.
"Yolly babe," Volley eventually says, swirling her glass around so her drink splashed obnoxiously in circles, "Matt didn't kill your mother".
What the fuck did she just say? My whole ass body takes an entire screenshot and my veins freeze in place, "What?" I choke out.
"Aw she's speechless" Louis laughs.
"Let me repeat myself, Matt didn't kill your mother. I did, and I had a great fucking time doing it too".
"Wha- what do you mean?!". My head, it is spinning. My ass, it is shitting. My face, it is throbbing. My lungs, it is pumping in panic. What the fuck 😢
"When Matt hit her with his lightning McQueen convertible? All she did was fall over. She was fine. Maybe a little scrape to the knee," Volley begins, "But what you and the police never knew was how I was the one who made that bitch take her last breath".
"What?" is all I can manage to say. My head begins to pound like a drum. The world around me turns fuzzy. Oh my god. I hate her. I hate her. I FUCKING HATE HER 👺👺👹👹👹👹🚫🚫🚫🚫😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
"Yep! Your poor Matty poop was just a pawn in my game, and all it took was simple gaslighting to make him believe he commit the crime" Volley smirks, pulling open a kitchen draw.
I shake my head over and over, backing into the couch. No, no, no. This isn't true, this can't be true. Matt was innocent this whole time.
"Isn't my baby so smart?" Louis smiles, watching his partner in pure crime's every move. Volley pulls out a knife and trails her finger along the blade. Bitch what the fuck?
"Thank you baby," she smirks, twirling the knife 🔪 around, "Anyways, on the day your mother got hit, I waited in her car until she got back from her walk and killed the bitch, I'll spare you the details, they're quite graphic".
The pounding in my head grows heavier by the second, with every word piercing my lungs even more- you know what we gonna skip the poetry. 👺 Im gonna straight up say it. I'm about to LOSE my fucking mind like a DERANGED CHINCHILLA.
"Nah babe, share with the class, it's pretty impressive how u did all that at just twelve" Louis cackles.
"You're right. Well, I took the seatbelt around her neck and you can already guess the rest... Anyways, the autopsy was a complete flop" Volley laughs, placing the knife down.
"Stop..." I mumble, holding my pounding, throbbing head because I could pass out at any given moment, "I don't... I don't want to know".
"But why? it's pure talent" Louis utters, poking Volley on the nose affectionately and god I'm going to throw up. From how disgusting they are and how fucking horrified I am.
Volley continues, "Anyways, since my mother is a Hollywood producer, they ruled out me being the killer and the blame went straight on your precious Matty poop" Volley smirks, "Crazy how the justice system works when you're a nepo baby".
"But... why?" I utter, my throat dry because I'm so traumatised rn from all this shit. Matt if you can hear me I'm sorry and take everything back, I never doubted his morals for a second.
"Because... because of you I never got to experience having a father" Volley growls, getting more and more closer to me and more threatening, "All he cared about was you. Never once saw me. All I got was child support"
"The fuck? That wasn't my fault!" I shout at her, stepping back because A. She's a piece of shit murderous cunt monster and B. Stinks like fucking shit.
"Yes it was!" Volley growl, grabbing my shoulders so hard. I scream so loud but she just slams a forceful hand over my mouth, "Shut up! Yolly, I am going to make you suffer like you made me suffer".
I sob, shake my head and tremble as her grip gets more and more aggressive, trying to scream so loud but my voice is muffled so, against my will I spit and lick into her hand. Volley growls and pulls her hand away, "You disgusting twat!".
"Let me fucking go you fucking musty pussy smelling dirty rat!" I scream, scrambling around like an egg. God why do I have to be so fucking small and petite! Someone help! Matt, Chris, anyone! 😩
Trying to escape, I attempt to shake myself out of her grasp but she just grips me even tighter, "Rope her up already Louis!".
"Yah!" Louis says, standing behind her with a rope, "Say goodbye to your pathetic lover boy and his caffeine obsessed brother, they'll forget all about you".
"What he said. Yolly, with you being stuck here? Matt, Chris and the gay one will never, ever find you" she smirks throwing me back into the couch.
I groan as I hit the surface of the lounge, my back and spinal cord probably fucking shattering as Louis hovers above me with a rope. What in the fucking Joe Goldberg?!?
Screaming and screeching, I kick him straight in his kfc and Louis falls back groaning in pain. "Fuck you dumb British tea sucking cunt!" I scream before bolting toward the front door, "YOU BOTH ARE GONNA BE SO FUCKING ARRESTED AFTER THIS!".
"Oh no you don't!" Volley screeches, and as my hand reaches the doorknob, she pulls me toward her by my hair and I scream in pain. "Get her!" she yells.
Louis limps toward me and before I can make any further movement, the rope wraps around my waist, "You're not going anywhere, you Galaxy loving rat".
"LET ME FUCKING GO!" I demand and scream but the rope only gets tighter and tighter and begins wrapping all around me and all Volley does is laugh and watch and if these are how my final moments will be spent?... SOMEONE HELP! 😭
Before I can bite and growl and scream more, Volley ties a piece of cloth around my mouth 👄 and oh my god. "Ready?" Louis mutters as he begins to yank me along.
I should have NEVER gotten in his car. LADIES TAKE MY YOLLY ADVICE AND 👏DO 👏NOT 👏GET 👏IN 👏A👏RANDOM 👏MENS 👏CAR! PLEASE. DO NOT (Unless it's Matt Sturniolo) 😍
"Ready" Volley smirks, and my body fully goes out under me as the two drag me up the stairs. God, not John Lennon, GOD OR CHRIST I never really believed in you BUT IF YOU CAN HEAR ME RIGHT NOW FUCKING HELP!!! 😭😖
MATTHEW, I DONT KNOW IF YOU CAN GET FREQUENCIES SENT TO YOUR BRAIN BUT IF U CAN HEAR ME HELP!!! 😭 #MattFreeYolly2023. Jesus FUCK I am in pain and the PURE AGONY from being tied up as well as the carpet burn is so intense. 😩
This is the exact opposite of how I wanted to spend my final moments. 😓Because in reality, I wanted to be in a bed of galaxy 🌌holding hands with my hot husband (hopefully either Matt or Chris), 😍while the Beatles 'here comes the sun' violin cover played faintly in the background. 🫶
But instead I AM GETTING DRAGGED INTO A FUCKING BASEMENT BY MY WORST ENEMY ON EARTH AND HER FUCKING VILE CUNTY BOYFRIEND!😭😭😭😭😰😰😥😨😨😨😨😨😰😓😓😓😥
As I struggle and kick to hopefully free myself, I realise, being so small and petite? There's no use... I... I- I... have lost.
Volley and Louis eventually drag me to their upstairs basement, shove me in the room and with a painful blow, I slam to the floorboards.
Groaning in pain and now bleeding from my face because apparently there's blood in the face now, I look as the pair stare down at me from the doorframe. Louis wraps his arm around Volley, smirking proudly.
"This would have never had to happen if dear old John just treated me like a daughter instead of a mistake" Volley growls at me, glaring down at my vulnerable self.
Y'all, not to bring out my inner Disney adult but I feel like Rapunzel in that scene where the old bitch has got her tied up n shit. Where is my flynn rider y'all 😭 (In case ur dumb, I'm referring to Matt). Also side note, but if I ever do make it out, me and him are so getting matching Mickey and Minnie tats! 🥺
^^ Something like this! 🥺 Anyways, I am currently being tied up and my life is in grave danger so back to story.
I manage to pull the fabric around my mouth slightly down, "You know that wasn't my fault! He made his own choices, why the fuck are you punishing me for?!".
Volley just rolls her eyes, "Do you listen bitch? It's your fault! Why do you think I also necked your pathetic mother? Both of you ruined my chance of having my dad!".
Louis nods along, "Yeah! What she said".
"Are you a fucking idiot?" I growl at them both like an angry, in pain and chained up gorilla, "The math ain't mattthing because you would've never even been born if my dad wasn't with my mum. Fucking dumb bitch".
"Don't... even" she growls, pulling an entire fucking attack rifle out of her pocket, PARDON ME? 😧, "Now to make Matt's Ransom dream a reality and put a Ransom on you, little bitch".
Through tears, I mumble weakly, "Matt is going to get me out of here and y'all are going straight to the coppers k?".
"Don't think that's gonna happen, babes" Louis smirks, laughing like a cartoon villain, "Mwah ha ha, 😈you will die down here without food and water little rat".
Volley giggles and meows at Louis, what in the furry fuck did I just witness? "Oh Lou, you're so evil...".
"The triplets and Bolley are going to take you both down and save me, just watch" I utter, trying to pull my arms free from the rope but it was no use. 😰🚫
"Mmm, you think?" Volley smiles, holding the gun up, "Let's just say the lot of you are going to rot down here. Can't wait to see the tiktok edits of all of you after you die so tragically".
I just shake my head over and over, 😨😰my heart in pain imagining any of my friends being hurt like that (especially Matt, sorry to the others) "You... you won't get away with this".
"Oh... we already have" Volley smirks, and with a single flick the light is turned off and I'm left shivering and all alone.
Someone .... He-he- help me...
To be continued in chapter 57 of love and takeout