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Are you Mute or not?

Author: Jojo
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-31 03:23:25

Louis' POV

“Are you alright, sir?” someone asked. Their faces blurred, voices buzzed around me like background static in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to. I didn’t have it in me. I pushed past the crowd, past the noise and questions, past the well-meaning hands trying to offer comfort or concern, whatever it was.

I was already in the news for something I didn’t want to remember. Something I hadn’t come to terms with. And now, this? It was too much. Too damn much. All I could think about was how the headlines would twist it again, drag my name through the mud one more time. And worst of all, I couldn’t blame them.

So I ran. I got into the car, slammed the door shut, and just drove. I didn’t think. I didn’t even blink. My foot hit the accelerator so hard I nearly tore the engine out of the damn car. The streets blurred. All I saw was red.

I drove straight to the house. Through the underground route. The one no one ever entered without permission.
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