Louis Michael Caswell-Brooks. The new boy on the block. Moving all the way from France to the Outer Banks he tries to fit in all while dealing with the grief caused back at home. Along the way he meets a group of teens who enjoy breaking rules, and...
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⚠Derogatory slur, violence
By the time Louis made it back to the Brooks house it was way past 2 am. He was still crying, sniffiling here and there, and his hands hurt. When he entered the house he made sure to be as quiet as possibly. He was successful in making it to his room and quickly shut the door, letting the sobs escape him.
Through his crying he searched though his bag and grabbed the container which held the syringe then grab the meth, frantically trying to fill up the syringe. His hand shook and he put the meth down, and moved the syringe into his arm, gritting his teeth from the pain it caused. When the syringe was empty he quickly put the syringe and container away, and hid his backpack under his bed.
He then went to his bathroom, and cleaned off his hands, hissing as the warm water stung. Once he was done cleaning his knuckles, at least enough for his liking he moved back into his room, falling onto his bed and crying yet again as the scene replayed before him.
You didn't kill him.
You didn't avenge mother.
She would be disappointed.
Valentin would be ashamed.
Your fault.
He didn't deserve a chance.
Your fault.
His sobs shock his body, and he muffled them with his pillow, and that is how he slept. Guilt and hatred burning inside him as tears rolled down his face.
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When Louis woke, he let out groan and rubbed his eyes. His body felt heavy and his eyes felt weak yet he forced himself to get up and face the torture that would be the Brooks scolding.
After brushing his teeth and taking a shower he changed his bandaged side, thanking the Gods for the stitching staying before he bandaged his hands. He then changed into some colored shorts and a grey hoodie wanting to cover his arm from the syringe injection.
As he walked down the stairs he saw Anne and Henry sitting in the dining room table and quickly tried to rid himself of the room.
"Louis Michael Caswell! Get down here this instant." Anne yells. Causing Louis to frown but follow her command and enter the dining room.
"Sit." Henry says, pointing to a chair. Louis does so and messes with his fingers, his anxiety getting the best of him.
"What were you thinking!" Anne yells out, causing Louis to flinch slightly from the harsh tone. He pinches his arm to try and calm himself.
"Where did you go!? Were you even thinking? You're barely here. You create havoc on your brother. You should of seen him when we told him we didn't know where you were yesturday. He thought you left him! Not only that but weeks ago you were using drugs and now you're running away every other night! I'm highly disappointed in you Louis. Very much so." Anne finishes.
