Louise pov-
I wake up from my sleep, I look around to see I'm not in my room, I'm never gonna get used to this being away from home never thought I'd say I miss my mum pestering me about the little things but I do, I wish it was different, I wish I didn't have a father who hated me.
Grabbing my bag I start walking around it's pretty quiet right now there's no-one awake, just an empty town at 5 in the morning, it's kinda eery, it makes you feel like there's someone watching your every move but I could be paranoid anyone would in my situation.
Walking past the little cafe I went to when I got here I look inside to see it's still open I make my way inside, walking over to the seat in the back, I pull out my phone and go to April's contact it's to early to call her, right?
I settle to sending her a message to call me when she wakes up putting the phone face up beside so I know, instantly it lights up with her name on the phone
"hey" I say softly picking up the phone, "you lied to me" She says "you said you were going home, why did you lie" I sigh looking out the window watching as the sun starts to rise.
"I'm sorry" was all I could manage saying because I couldn't bring myself to lie to her if I said more, "where are you?" she questions me "I can't tell you", someone from home is probably the reason she knows I lied and that means they were close to finding me which I can't have
"yes, you can" she pleads "I can help you whatever trouble your in" I feel a tear roll down my face, why the fuck am I crying I've known her for what a day, "Remember I'm your big sister" she keeps trying, "just let me help"
"You can't help me, it's to late for that" I say "thank you for trying but I can't have anyone getting hurt because of me" more tears rolling down my face as I speak, "Please tell whoever looking for me to stop, I don't want to be found" I hang up the phone.
I grab my stuff and walk out of the cafe putting the phone in a trash can out side.
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I sit on the park bench watching the sun set, another day away from home, away from my family and friends, entirely alone just like he wanted, I sit there as the park starts to get darker and darker from the sun going with the only light coming from the moon and lamp post.
I like the night, quiet it lets you think and no-one around so you don't have to pretend to be someone your not, you don't have to act happy or put on a mask you can just be yourself, but there is also something scary about it, the loneliness you feel when there's no-one there, your thoughts taking over, pointing out everything you hate about yourself or this world until all you feel is the emptiness that the darkness holds.
Rustling noises pull me out of my thoughts, looking around I see nothing but darkness my mind just playing tricks on me making me think there is something there when there's not, not taking any chances I grab my bag and begin to exit the park.
the feeling of being watch never going away making me look behind me every step I take, I keep walking looking behind me until I collide into something or someone, I look up and I freeze, not being able to bring myself to move or scream, no-one would hear me if I did anyway
Maybe I'll finally be free, just maybe he has come to finish the job he failed to do a year ago, he tightly grips my arm pulling me off the path and to someplace that even if someone did walk past they would see us.
"you're supposed to disappear" He says through gritted teeth staring down at me with a cold stare sending chills down may spine, "I-I did" I stutter out which gives him satisfaction seeing that I'm scared of him
"then how come they were in Trishon" he questions "If I'm not mistaken you were there a couple days ago" he has a smirk on his face like he's caught me.
"I've done what you've asked I packed up my things and left my friends and family" I say "I left when no-one was around and I didn't tell them where I was going"
He lets out a chuckle, not one of the chuckles when you find something funny no it was the dangerous one that if you weren't careful with what you say or do you could end up dead, "They followed you there somehow" he says
"I-I promise I didn't tell them anything" I curse myself for stuttering but it's my body natural instinct to curl into a ball when ever he is around, his grip on my arm tightens as he leans in close enough that I can smell his breath.
"you are pushing your luck" I try to get out of his grip but I couldn't it only made the pain in my arm worse "you are either gone or dead" he says
"maybe that's a good thing" I whisper looking at the ground "what was that?" he questions, and I shake my head, "just do it" I say louder this time "just get it over with, all I've wanted since I could remember was for you to be my dad" I have tears start to pool in my eyes "but that's obviously never gonna happen"
"I wanted to be loved by you so badly, I wanted to make you proud" I continue tears rolling down my face, "but I never could, I wasn't good enough for you and that made me hate myself"
"I questioned what I did everyday to make you hate me so much" I look up to meet his eyes to see no remorse in them, "I'm doing what you told me to, if they come looking for me it's not my fault" I say, but that was obviously the wrong thing to say
"It is your fault everything is your fault" he says "including me not loving you" even though I've known those words to be true for the longest I still can't help but feel he just stuck a knife in my hurt before ripping it out.
"you will get what's coming to you for now you need to stay gone" he continues not caring how much his words just affected me "and your not doing a good job of that, so I'm going to make this very clear" he grabs something from his pocket.
"If they find you" he slowly trace whatever is in his hands along my thigh before adding pressure "this is the least I'll do them" he adds more pressure then I thought before slicing across my thigh, letting go of my arm making me fall to the ground and walking away.
I can't move all I can do is stare at my thigh watching as blood oozes out of it, last thing I remember before loosing consciousness, is some voice speaking.
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The Damage Was Done
Teen FictionLouise Anderson is a regular 16 year old girl well as normal as you can be with trauma. A year ago one night changed her life and ever since then she been going down a spiral, she went from the nice, outgoing, getting good grades girl to a skipping...