14. Leaving while you're ahead?
I stared at the boxes that were lining up the living room. Lou and I decided to pack up the things that could be stolen if we left them here, other than that we decided to leave Harry's mansion exactly how it was. The pictures of him when he was younger hung on the walls made my heart ache. I felt a hand on my lower back so I turned my head to see Mia clinging onto a small teddy bear. I smiled softly remembering when Lou gave that same bear to Harry a few years ago.
"Where's your daddy?" I asked.
"Upstairs." She smiled softly at me.
"Actually I'm right here." I turned my head to see Lou leaning against the wall with something entangled in his fingers.
"What's that?" I questioned.
"Something that I think belongs to you." He said holding out his hand. I stepped closer towards him with curiosity blooming. When he opened up his hand it revealed a silver necklace. I haven't seen this necklace before. I took it in my hands to see words engraved in it.
"For my one and only.." I mumbled before opening it up. I gasped as the locket fell out of my hands and crashed against the floor. Tears swelled in my eyes as my heart started aching. Lou bent down and picked it up with discomfort growing in his eyes.
"That little..." He grumbled. I ran out of the house and jumped into the pickup truck. I wanted to get far away as possible from this place. I looked down at my finger to see the ring glowing against the sunlight. I pulled it off my finger and tossed it out of the window. I wanted no memory of that jerk. To think that I actually believed that he loved me?!
"Aunt Ella..." I turned my head to see Mia walking up to the truck with worried eyes.
"I'm fine Mia." I faked a smile at her as she jumped into the truck.
"Are you sure?" I turned my head to see Louis getting behind the wheel.
"Yes." I lied. "Lets just get out of here please."
"Alright." He smiled softly at me.
I flickered my eyes open to see the moon beaming against the water. I sat up to see that Louis and Mia were on the beach playing in the sand. Maybe moving across seas was a good thing. A fresh start, away from all of the troubles that followed us for the last six months. Maybe this will be good....