3 and a half months of torture in and i finally told my mom about what he was doing to me. she helped me to file a report to the police. she said she was sorry for not realizing that her baby boy was hurting, and that he would pay. i told her it was okay, and that i should have come to her sooner. she checked on all my bruises, the amazing nurse that she was, and one in particular caught her eye. it was on my stomach, a deep purple that could be mistaken for black to the untrained eye.
she drove me to the hospital. it didn't end well.
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+ poor baby louis i'm sad
ps just to be clear, "he" isn't harry ok
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young love ⇝ ls
Fanfiction❝From young, we were taught how to love but not how to stop.❞ copyright © 2015 harrystmh
