Louis’s P.O.V

My blood boiled and nothing made sense in that moment except the sound of blood that rushed in my ears. My eyes were a haze of red as I clutched the pencil and it was a wonder that I hadn't crushed it yet as the sound of pencil scraping against paper cracked through the eerily still room.

With every line that slashed across the page, Renee’s horrible words resounded through my head, fueling the storm that brewed within me.

The weight of her words pressed harder on my chest. How could she say such words to me?

We risked our lives to save her. Picked a fight with...