"I'm sorry Louis. Your father will pay for what he did to your mom, we'll make sure of it"
He sighed and nodded.
I turned and stared at the clock at his bedside. It was already nine fifteen.
"I've definitely been here longer than I planned. I need to go" I said and pulled away from Louis. Or at least tried. He grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks.
"I... There's something I have to tell you" he said.
I frowned. He seemed nervous for some reason. Maybe he wanted to tell me whatever he left out when he was telling me the story of how he saved me.
"What is it?" I asked.
He opened his mouth but it was like the words wouldn't come out. He shut it. Then he opened it again.
"I.. you know what, never mind. Just go. I'll tell you later" he let go of my hand and turned
