Chapter 11
Louise was thrown into a small white painted room with a tan wooden desk and matching chair and metal pipes on the wall. She hit the dirt full and dusty freezing light grey tile floor, looking like it was never swept, ever. Seconds down, Lester grabbed her up. She noticed that the fall caused her lip to bleed, muttering under her breath at Lester, who wasn't even trying to be gentle. He dragged her to one of the pipes, unhooked one hand, her left, and hooked it back with the pipe in the middle of each hand. They were on the 2nd bottom floor now.
By now the guards left the two alone, and Lester sat in the damaged chair, watching her struggle. He made 'tisk' sounds and Louise's groans echoed in the room.
Finally a voice spoke.
"You- you little trouble making trash," Lester judgmentally shock his head.
Louise growled at that insult, but even when tied up, a monster is still scary, just a little bit.
"Trash?!" Louise knew she didn't hear that, but had to check.
"Trash," Lester repeated with a lot more power and dominance in his voice.
"I am not trash! You know what is trash?! You helping Cynthia, she's a monster!"
"I think not." He looked her up in down, judging her every inch. Her dress was messy, shoes barely on, and Logan's jacket was large on her. "You are trying to ruin a happy relationship, a family and you're stealing!"
"Happy relationship?! Logan isn't happy! And you know that!"
"I don't know what you're talking, maybe that's what he told you just to lay you down, but it isn't true sweetheart," Lester gave a chuckle.
It took a second to understand, but once she knew, she was even madder.
"I- that isn't what happened!"
"Oh save it! You smell like a hooker who had a busy night." That insult stuck, but only for a second and Lester walked to her, slowly. Each step ringing in her head, 'Clank' 'Clank', his well shining dress shoes, with a cheap bottom, made that sound as them were hitting the tile getting louder and closer.
Seconds of silence and she felt a cold bony hand touch the bottom of her chin.
"I understand what he sees in you," Lester almost whispered.
Louise formed all the saliva in her mouth and shot at him. Some hitting his eyes and inside his mouth. His face turned red and anger took over. He squeezed her face tight and flowing with pain, she still heard his belt click, making her jump. A locked fish lip face was on her face and with all her power she screamed and kicked. She heard his belt hit the floor and her screams became louder.
"Sir-"The same man who cuffed her came in, interrupting. "Mrs. Bush needs you."
Lester let Louise go, groaning and muttering under his breath, following the man out, leaving his belt. He slammed the door behind them.
Louise fell to the floor, breathing heavily holding back all emotions, but anger. Her face was brighten as she tried so so very hard to hold it back, but she couldn't keep it in.
A loud shriek came out her mouth and loud cries burst out.
She was turning a hundred shades of red.
What did she get herself into? This wasn't even her fight in the first place, so why is she trying to fight? It was Logan's and she didn't even know how she felt. Yes, she couldn't stop thinking about him even if she tried, mad her smile, time with him was the best time, but what even was love? How do you know if you feel it? Love was never an easy subject, but when love shows life or death, how should you feel? Ready to run or stay and take it? Really Louise made that decision the second she turned to see Gene and hit Logan. Just didn't that Logan's storm was a hurricane.
"I- I didn't- I didn't do it!" Louise shock her head stammering as she watched every tear drop fall on the tile blocks. She said this louder and louder until she was screaming it.
Her heart felt dry, like all the love for anything was gone.
Normally, Louise's head controlled, but now her everything felt broken and all she wanted to do was cry, the hat in her was gone. No hate for Charlotte, Cynthia, Linda, Lester, or even Logan, just cries. Now she couldn't stop, she cried about not just this, but with every time she held back a tear it came out and now she was saying sorry for throwing all Linda's makeup in the toilet at six years old. And to Bob for fucking up a costumer's order, even if there were only seven in a day's time. And for every burger of the day she ruined.
Tina told her once when Louise was fourteen and had a crush on her handsome art teacher and learned he was getting married, with that Louise felt heartbroken, Tina told her that this wasn't even pain, that true love hurts more than a death of horrible torture. With love you don't die even though it feels like you do you still live and feel that pain forever, death hurts for a while, but then… nothing… you feel nothing, you're dead and it's over. Tina told her sister that she wouldn't even remember that pain, true love hurts worse and that pain not a single person deserves, even a devil. Tina as always when it came to love, was right. She was dying inside and her love wasn't here to heal.
xXxXx
Logan was pacing back and forth trying to understand what just freaking happened. He knew Louise didn't take the necklace, he put it in the safe and Louise didn't even know there was a safe, so Charlotte or Cynthia framed her, and if he was being completely honest, Charlotte- well is very very dumb to him, so that means it was Cynthia, but how did she know he was with Louise, or that she was in the room? Lester? No, he wouldn't risk his life like that.
Logan jumped a little when he finally realized.
The picture!
What else could it be?!
Logan turned to Cynthia and it was like she could read his dumb and addled face, she help up the picture of Louise.
Charlotte sat on the bed, back up to the wooden head board and knees to her chest, quietly looking at her toes.
"So this is what you do now?! Draw... whores that rob you?" Cynthia finally spoke with a spike in her voice.
Logan sighed, sitting down on the same couch he drew. He was sick and tired of this everyday war with his mother, he was sick of all of this, he loved Louise not Charlotte. He couldn't hide it anymore.
"I can't do this," Logan said under his breath.
The girls didn't hear the words, but his voice.
"What?" Cynthia asked.
"I can't do this anymore!" Logan raised his voice, standing up.
"Honey, you're tired," Charlotte sighed.
"I can't do this," he repeated.
"What are you talking about, Logan?" Cynthia dropped the drawing on the bed and sat on the end of the bed. "Can't do what?"
"I can't live like this anymore, mother!" Logan barked. "I can't live in this prison anymore, I hate all of this shit!"
"Logan, come on it's late," Charlotte whined. She reached out one of her hands to grab him, but Logan pulled away.
"No! I can't be here! I can't be in this!" Logan was raising his voice.
"Be in what?!" Cynthia raised her voice to the same level.
"Don't play dumb, Mom! The plan?!" Logan took a step closer to them with Charlotte showing a expression of full confusion. "You know that plan where you rob the Clarksons blind and give away your son in the process?!"
"What?!" Charlotte was up now and finally understood things.
Cynthia was speechless for once in her life, probably thinking of a good lie to fix what is now broken.
"Yeah, that plan," Logan went on. "Well here's some news you'll hate, I quit, but I bet this wasn't the first time you heard that from a man!"
Cynthia gasped at the very rude insult that came from her son! But Logan still went on.
"You can't force me to love someone I don't! Turns out you can't force anything, because fate is always there correcting you! So mom, what I'm saying is I'm done with all of this, it isn't right! I don't care what punishment you give me, just don't do it to Louise!" Logan started to the closed door, but stopped himself. He was missing something. He turned back to the girls, grabbed the picture and his leather folder. He turned to Charlotte, who was now full of tears already. "We're done," was the only thing he said. Two words that said a million. He left with that and quickly rushed down the hallway, looking around for Louise, but really he just needed to get away.
Charlotte became so filled with mixed emotions, anger, hate, sadness, and a ton of other different emotions that she was going to explode, this un-named emotion or unexplainable emotion wasn't a stranger to her, no , this feeling she felt when she gave up her son. Feeling betrayed and hurt. It was like she was aborting her baby again, and she couldn't go through It again.
Charlotte jumped out of the bed and angrily rushed to the safe in the other room. Cynthia was still shocked about her son's action, thought she had him tied, but guess Louise had a knife.
When Charlotte came back, she held a silver fun tight in her palm. Tears racing down her pink face.
Cynthia looked to her, seeing the gun in the unstable girl's hand, she could read her eyes, without saying a thing. She knew who the gun was for. Cynthia opened her mouth to say the smartest thing she would ever say.
"She may be dead, but the real soul that leaves is the holder" Cynthia told.
Even those words didn't stop her.
Charlotte rushed out the room.
Six bullets, one soul.
xXxXx
Logan was losing himself as he searched, finding himself down where the crew's kitchen was. Not even knowing how he got there. He finally found someone who wasn't running, a crew man in a white chef's hat, name tag saying Oscar.
"Hello sir?" Logan rushed over to the man.
Oscar was a medium size man, fit, with light bleached hair wearing nothing but white.
"Yes?" Oscar smiled showing his white teeth.
"Hi, I'm- do you happen to know where they move arrested passengers?" Logan asked.
At the questions, Oscar's eyebrows went up in confusion.
"May I ask why?"
"My mother, she had a few too many," Logan smiled. "And acted a little funny, so they arrest her and I lost them."
Oscar gave a chuckle.
"Ok, well I think they take them to the room next to the boiler room downstairs."
"Thank you so much." Logan rushed down the hall to the room. He past seven crew members with fear on each face. Going downstairs, he felt wet. Logan looked down and noticed he was in a pool of water that went to his knees, still he continued down the hallway to the boiler room and grabbed the doorknob of the white wooden door next to it.
There was a slight cry that was quiet and only came every three seconds.
Louise or not, someone was in there, weirdly crying. He opened the door and found his missing.
Louise was there on her knees, chained to a large pipe with the water to her chest, crying into the water.
Logan cheerfully rushed over to her, kneeing down next to her.
"Louise!" he grinned, touching her shoulders, trying to hug her, but her body didn't open up.
Louise slowly looked up from the rising water, connecting with his eyes, and he saw her eyes were pink-ish from crying.
His grin was slowly disappearing.
"What's wrong?" Logan hopelessly asked with the look of concern.
Louise looked back at the water and burst into tears again.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked again. "Louise?"
Louise leaned her head on the pipe, feeling the warmth it gave her, it heating her body from the cold water. She didn't answer and he asked again… and again… then another and still with no answer, he asked again. She opened her mouth to speak, planning to tell him the answer he didn't want, to leave, leave her alone.
After the eight time, but really she didn't want him to leave, but what did she want? Louise closed her eyes, which didn't stop her tears, and took a deep breath.
"I love you," she calmly said to him, ignoring the question he asked her many times.
Logan's face turned back to the hopeful child- like smiled he always had.
"I love you too," he smiled, wiping away her tears with his index fingers.
Louise looked up to him and gave a faint smile back.
"Logan?"
"Yes?" he happily answered.
"Can you help with these?" She lifted her hands, showing the silver cuffs.
"Yeah!" Logan quickly nod happily and stood up, setting down his folder on the desk. He looked around and found nothing. "Where's the key?" he asked.
"It's not on the desk?" Louise asked back.
He shook his head as he looked.
"Shit!" Louise groaned.
Lester must have taken them with him.
"Ok, ok, it there like a spare somewhere?" Logan asked her.
"What?"
"Spare? An extra?"
"I know what a spare is!" Louise defensively hissed. "Why the hell would there be a fucking spare, Barry?!"
Well she turned back to normal fast.
"Ok, clam down, I'll try and find something," he started searching around the small flooding room, throwing things out his way.
Louise groaned as she impatiently waited.
The only noise was items hitting the wall behind her, he almost hit her five times and at the first she snapped. "Watch it!" at him and he apologized for that yet continued.
"We wouldn't be here if you told me," Louise muttered, but Logan heard every breath.
"Told you what?" Logan continued to search as he talked.
Louise really didn't want him to hear that, but Louise wasn't one to keep shut to spare feelings.
"Told me that you had a psycho fiancé!" Louise snapped.
"What?! Are you actually trying to blame all this on me?!"
"Duh!" Louise yelled to him. "Who else?!"
"I didn't even do anything!" Logan yelled back.
"That's the point! You didn't tell me Charlotte was insane!"
"I didn't know she was!" Logan took a deep breath, lowering his voice. With the water rising, fighting was the last thing on their to do list. "Louise, you don't have- I broke it off with Charlotte. I only love you, I wanna be with you and only you. Now I'm going to get some help." He left her for her to calm down.
Logan ran/ swam down the hallway down with the freezing water up to his thighs and climbed up the stairs.
"Hello?!" Logan called out.
No one was around, not even Oscar.
One the third bottom floor, the water was at his toes.
He ran up and down the hallway calling for help.
No one answered.
Where did everyone go? What was happening?
"Help!" Logan yelled. He was going to yell it again, but he heard a large stomp on the metal stairs coming to him.
I t was a large rotund man soaking wet.
"Hello sir, I – can you help me?"
It was like he couldn't hear Logan, as the man just continued to rush.
"Please sir," Logan followed him down the hallway. "My girlfriend- well not girlfriend, not officially, but I love her, but we're not married, but- well you know what I mean," Logan got off topic a little, but even still the man ignored him and ran up another set of stairs without a word.
Logan didn't follow him up, because it wouldn't help. He started back down the hallway, slowly losing hope.
As he walked a red shine caught his blue eyes.
It was a shiny red axe in a glass display, for emergencies.
That could work.
Logan lifted his right leg and kicked the glass, breaking it in small pieces that went tiny as they hit the floor. He grabbed the axe by the wooden handle and rushed back down the hall and stairs, the water now to his chest.
He swam to the room with Louise.
Louise was floating in the water that was at her throat, going to her chin.
All the furniture was floating as well, including the desk that held the folder.
Logan swam to her, lifting the ax.
"I'll cut the cuffs with this," Logan said trying not to get water in his mouth.
Logan readied himself with the ax, lifting it above his head.
"Anytime buddy," Louise told him as he just floated there. "And don't miss please."
"Shut up!" Logan snapped. "I'm trying to focus!"
Seconds of silence and Logan splashed the ax into the water.
Louise pulled her hands away, bringing a space between her hands and the chain.
Louise's head went under and her hands were free, well the chains broke, but each cuff was on each wrist. She swam back up.
"It worked!" Louise smiled and swam to Logan. He pulled her into a hug and she opened herself to him and they squeezed each other. Louise wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big wet kiss, chuckling over nothing.
The water was to their chins. Logan lifted Louise up, so she wouldn't drown.
Logan swam to the desk with Louise in his arms and Louise grabbed the folder, holding it in her mouth,
The two swam out the room to the long pool of a hallway.
The water was to the ceiling and as a result, the ceiling lights went out and the only sort of light was the water.
The two grabbed on the light bulbs to stay above. Louise was in front of Logan with him following.
Louise turned behind herself to see Logan, still with the folder in her mouth. It looked as if he was struggling, but he wasn't alone.
There was a loud creek sound behind them and Louise saw the founder. A metal wall was losing against the water and it was breaking with that they would be head under any second.
Louise grabbed Logan's right wrist tightly, letting go of the light and doggy style swam to the stairs as quickly as her legs and once free arm could take her.
It was her turn to be the hero. She wasn't some princess who was dumb enough to find herself in a life or death situation and needed to be saved by some handsome dumbass who was somehow able to help. No, not happening. It was a I'll repay you deal not if you save me I'll marry you and give you babies and I owe you for the rest of my fucking life deal. She doesn't make those deals.
Louise was so close, but the wall was going down. She spat the folder out her mouth, making it hit the top of the stairs, there it would be dry. She didn't really understand why Logan wanted that folder, or even knew if he held her picture in it, but he brought it for a reason.
The wall broke the second after and a river of water came over Louise and Logan. Water coming down their throats. Blindly Louise swam to what felt as stairs and climbed with the weight of Logan. Luckily for both it was stairs and as she reached the top, they were out of the water.
Louise coughed up all the water that was close to choking her.
Logan just laid on his back on the metal floor, motionless.
The water was rising and coming closer. They were already soaking wet. Louise's braid coming undone and now just a wet knot she could have to comb through later.
She grabbed the folder and slowly got to her feet.
Logan wasn't moving, which meant he was wasting time.
Louise groaned and lightly kicked Logan's side.
Nothing.
Well if he was dead then there would be less weight, but guess she couldn't leave him.
Louise kicked Logan as hard as she could in her weak state, which was still hard, and he jumped coughing up water.
"Get up Barry," Louise snapped.
She was bark to herself.
Logan slowly sat up, just to throw up all over the wet floor. He almost got some on Louise's shoes.
Yeah, they were already fucked up, but no one wants vomit on their shoes.
He threw up for about two minutes or time was just moving fast in Louise's mind.
After covering the floor, Louise helped him up and they slowly went down the hallway. Louise helped him walk down, having him lean on her for support. She kicked him so hard that with the almost drowning, his body was in pain.
They had to get to the decks, they must be bringing out the life boats by now.
xXxXx
Charlotte turned the corner and heard a familiar voice, a voice that was jammed in her head forever.
Gregory Curtis.
Charlotte looked down the hallway and saw him in a dark brown and tan suit with black shoes with his dark brown glassy greying hair that reeked of grease, he was yelling at a crew woman and man with a pregnant woman who was a copy of Charlotte. She turned to go the other way, but heard...
"My wife is pregnant damnit!" Gregory yelled at the crew. "We need to know what is happening!"
*Flashback*
(Charlotte at 13, before the abortion)
Charlotte was quietly sitting on her large twin size bed in her princess theme room that was covered in pink, listening to Mr. Curtis murmur about her news of pregnancy as he sat next to her.
Charlotte finally spoke.
"What do we do?" she asked quietly, holding back tears. She could see he was upset with her or the news, she didn't know which one.
It was quiet for a minute as he thought of his plan.
Gregory stood.
"Well, we have to get rid of it," he finally answered her.
"Rid of it?" she repeated in question. "Why? Can't we keep him?"
"No!" He snapped. "Char, stop acting dumb!"
Char was her nickname to her from him and only he used it.
"I wasn't acting!" Charlotte muttered. "I want him!" Charlotte raised her voice.
"You're 13! You don't know what you want!"
"You were sure I wanted you," Charlotte angrily muttered.
"What did you say?!" he hissed.
"Nothing!" Charlotte snapped.
"We're aborting that thing Char!" He snapped back, groaned seeing he was breaking her heart, gave a sigh and went on calmer. "Char, it's better for every." He sat back down next to her on the bed.
"No!" Charlotte jumped up off the bed. "It's only better for you!" She cried. Charlotte ran off, leaving the room crying.
"This is your room!" Gregory called out.
"I don't care!" She screamed, running down the large staircase to the backyard that had her Mother's flower garden. She sat down by the light purple orchids crying.
Charlotte put her hands on the soft fabric of her light, almost white, pink dress, rubbing her stomach.
Gideon.
*End of Flashback*
Charlotte walked up the four and interrupted the agreement but just standing there.
"Umm, hello?" The pregnant woman said to charlotte. She looked about 4 or 5 months. Charlotte couldn't tell, she only got to two.
Charlotte moved the gun behind her back and looked to Gregory.
His dumb fooled face was looking back to her.'
"Can I help you?" he asked.
It felt like he shot her, acting like he didn't even know her.
"No, I- well you look so familiar," Charlotte gave a smile even though her insides were breaking down.
"I'm sorry, but I can't say the same Miss."
Charlotte's face turned bitter as she tried to act cool and smile. It came out as a half grin of evil and peacefulness.
"I think you know my father, Sullivan Clarkson?" She grinned.
"Oh!" His face brighten. "Yes! Oh my gosh! Char?!" he chuckled.
The chuckle was still in her head and it didn't change a note.
"That's me!"
"Oh my goodness, you grew!" She caught his eyes wandering on her figure and she tighten her grip n the gun.
Some people just don't change.
"Kitty, this is Charlotte, a daughter of an old friend," he told the woman next to him, who had her small arms around his left arm, holding him tight.
Kitty? Really?
Guess the name fit her. She was small, didn't even look 20 and the baby bump just didn't look right for a small girl like her.
"Hello," Kitty gave a friendly smile greet to her. "Nice to meet you."
"You as well," Charlotte stood proud as if this was a normal thing, reconnecting with a monster of the past, but being a lady, a proper lady isn't easy in a world of improper. She turned back to Gregory.
"So how have you been?" he asked.
So he was just going to 'pretend' nothing happened, okay.
"Actually not very good," she answered.
"Oh," he sighed.
"Yeah, a man I loved made me do something I didn't want to."
He understood what she meant and didn't like where she was going.
Gregory tried not to yell his next words.
"Well, I hope things get better," he gave her a fake smile.
"They already are," Charlotte smirked. "So pregnant?" She went on, changing the subject.
"Yep, we're pregnant," he smiled.
"Well, she is not you," she corrected him. "So you keeping this one?"
"Of course!" He felt insulted by that question. "Why wouldn't we?!"
"Well, I meant no offense, it's just you didn't keep the last one, so I don't know."
"Honeybear? What is she talking about?" Kitty asked her husband. You could hear the sweetness and innocence in her voice. The same innocence that Charlotte shared.
"I don't know," he answered. "Charlotte, this is my first child ever, a beautiful boy, the aire to the throne," he smiled.
Trigger.
"Can you do me a favor?" Charlotte asked.
"Umm… what?" Gregory gave a faint smile.
"Say hello to our son before you go to hell!"
Charlotte quickly pulled out the gun, bringing shock on each person's face. She pointed to and shot down Gregory before the two crew members could grab the gun.
Kitty screamed as Gregory fell to the red velvet carpet floor with a bullet in his chest, coughing up blood. She fell to her knees, crying.
Charlotte started past them, but stopped and turned to Kitty.
"You'll thank me one day," Charlotte told to Kitty.
With that Charlotte walked away from the dying man, a crying her, and people hopeful enough to think he'll live.
5 bullets.
She rushed down the stairs, a hallway, and went to the upper dining hall stairs. Charlotte walked down the stairs as people ran up them. She saw a fly of long black hair and then blond.
Logan and Louise were running to the stairs.
Charlotte took the last step on the bottom of the stairs and held the gun tight with her index finger on the trigger, pointing it to her target.
Louise.
The two froze once they saw Charlotte. Both holding up their hands in surrendering.
"Logan?!" Charlotte had hurt in her voice.
Even after killing the man that took her childhood, she was weak to Logan. She was his submissive. Like all the power Gregory had over her was given to Logan. Including with Dicky, he was in control when they had sex, and now even with hate and anger inside her she cried.
"Hi Charlotte," Logan tried to smile to her.
"Really?! You're with her?!" She had tears falling down and land on the pool of water on the floor. Her nose twitching a little. She pointed the gun right at Louise. "You love her?!"
"Charlotte, just- please put the gun down!"
"I love you Logan, I need you in my life!" Charlotte had a waterfall. "And you want her?!" she screamed.
Now they were the only ones in the dining hall, everyone else was running to the decks.
"Charlotte just put it down," he told her again.
Charlotte didn't apply.
"Charlotte, hey bud," Louise stepped in. "I hate to interrupt you two, but this boat is sinking, we-"
Charlotte cut her off by shooting up at the ceiling.
A large chandelier feel, having glass fly all around.
"Shut up!" Charlotte screamed to Louise.
Louise listened as the gun went back on her.
"Charlotte, stop this!" Logan snapped.
"Why don't you love me?!" Charlotte continued the questioning. "Answer me!"
"I do, Charlotte! I love you!"
"No you don't!" Charlotte's eyes were filled with tears and her vision became blurry. "You love her! What did I do?! Why can't you love me?! What does she have that I don't?!"
Logan was thinking of his answers as Louise spoke again.
"I don't know Charlotte. You're so much better than me, you're prettier, smarter, kinder-"
Charlotte cut her off again.
"Stop it! Stop trying to be my fucking friend! It's all your fault!"
"Charlotte, it's not! It's mine, if you should be shooting anyone it should be me!" Logan jumped back in, taking a step closer to her.
"I love you Logan! We can still be together, but she can't be alive!" Charlotte started to push down on the trigger.
"Wait!" Logan yelled. "Charlotte you don't want to kill her, you're not a killer!"
"I'm- I'm not a killer?" Charlotte repeated. "I'm not?" she asked him.
"No! You're not!" Logan answered.
"I didn't want him to die," she continued.
The two were confused at what she meant. Who was the 'him'?
"Who?" Logan asked.
"Your Mother killed him, I didn't want that, I mess up honey, I'm so sorry. She said he need to go. She did it for us! So we can be together! Dicky was going to get in the way, just like her!" Charlotte burst out crying.
"Dicky? Bennett?" Logan asked her, moving a little closer.
Charlotte nod.
"I'm so so sorry!"
"He's dead?" Louise asked.
Charlotte went back to anger.
"Who asked you to speak?!" Charlotte barked to Louise. She looked back to Logan. "She doesn't listen Logan! I do! I love you! She doesn't Logan!"
Logan stepped two steps closer.
"You listen? Okay..." Logan thought about his words very carefully. He had a crazy ex with a gun and nothing to lose. "You love me?"
"Yes! I don't care about any of these! I just need you! Your mother can have every penny, I don't care!"
"Okay…do something for me?"
Charlotte nod.
"Okay… heel," Logan commanded.
Louise looked to him as if he was crazy and then to Charlotte when she didn't even hesitate to get down on her knees. It was like Charlotte was some dog or his trained pet.
Logan walked up to charlotte and grabbed her wrist of the hand that held the gun.
Charlotte's grip was still tight on the gun.
"Good girl," Louise told her. "Louise?" He looked back. "Go!"
Louise started out slow to the stairs trying to past them.
Charlotte looked up at Logan.
"I love you," she told him.
The next 30 seconds seem like it all happened in two.
Charlotte lifted the gun and shot at Louise.
Louise feel into the pool of water.
"Louise?!" Logan ran over to her.
Charlotte threw the gun in the water and ran up the stairs.
Logan grabbed Louise, lifted her and saw it.
"Why is there blood?"
xXxXx
End of Chapter 11
A/N: Good chapter right? This is my longest chapter ever so woo. And that's why it took me awhile, but I feel it was worth the wait! So much has happened and it's building up. I think this would be the climax right here! The next chapter is just about the sinking and answers he questions and the last chapter is the super twist! So I'm going to be evil and leave you guys with this. Can't wait to see the new Bob's Burgers tonight! Bye guys!
-Harmony