Sorry for a graphic image , ily

Louis' Pov:

-2 days later-

I sat on my red, velvet couch with Cara talking about just life. Cara has been close to me ever since we where kids. I've seen her through her worst times, her best and in between. There was one time Cara was hammered and I had to literally carry her into my car because she was so wasted. It was quite funny actually.

"Okay, okay but for real, what is your most embarrassing secret?" Cara said to me in between fits of laughter mostly because she was wasted, again. Let's just say Cara is an alcoholic.

"I love the song 'Living on a prayer' by Bon Jovi." I said to Cara who was on her ass on the floor laughing.

We where in the middle of laughing when I heard a knock on the door, along with some thunder.  I got up and opened the door. I saw Kendall standing in the pouring rain , dripping wet. She looked like she had just been crying. Her black hair, which I loved about her, was soaking wet . There was mascara running down her face and her clothes where wet. I immediately let her inside and I gave her a hug. I closed the door and continued to hug her. I looked down to see Kendall's eyes where puffy and red.

"Kendall, darling, what happened?" I asked as we walked into the living room.

I looked over my shoulder to see Cara looking pissed off.

"Luke- Luke is." Kendall said to me between cries.

"Luke is what?" I asked Kendall with concern in my voice.

What happened to Luke?

"Luke is dead." Kendall finally said to me.

I grabbed Kendall's hand and Cara followed. We all got into my car. I need to see this for myself.

Luke can't be dead.

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We all got out of the car and ran up the drive way of Luke and Kendall's  house. His house was glamorous. It was about the same size as mine.

Once we got inside I asked Kendall where she saw Luke's body and she told me it was in his bedroom's ensuite bathroom. Cara told me she would stay with Kendall.

I ran up the stairs and made my way into Luke's bedroom. Nothing suspicious about it. It looked completely normal.

I walked into Luke's bathroom and straight away my heart stops beating, my jaw drops, my skin turns pale and I almost can't even breathe. The first thing I see is a bloody and snow white pale Luke lying helpless and dead on the cold tile floors with a pool of blood around him, a knife stuck in his stomach and his head almost off because of his horrifying slit throat.

I stand in complete shock. I can't move. I can't speak. I can't scream. I can't talk. This funny, kind guy that I thought of as a brother is now dead from a slit throat and stabbed stomach.

When I have the little power and strength to look away, I see a stick note stuck on one of the bathroom mirrors. It's written in blood and due to my utter shock and heartache, I can barely comprehend what it says, but when I do, the terrifying and stomach churning evil words on that sticky note make me weak at my knees and I almost fall to the ground in shock.

'I told you, silly fool."