Perfect Little Omega (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Louis's POV

  He was drunk and loud. My father looked like a completely different person with his eyes bloodshot red and a bottle of rum held tightly in his left hand. My "mother" stood in between us as he screamed at me. " You f*cking fag! You like taking it up the ass huh fag? On top of that you're a f*cking omega! A disappointment is what you are. I wish we aborted you cause I knew you were a mistake." Tears clouded my vision as I watched my "mother" just stand there, frozen. He then looked her dead in the eyes and said "I should have left him with Jay. She wanted the fag, but no I listened to your whore ass." Jay? Who was Jay? I couldn't think anymore. My heart racing and my breath uneven. Liam. Liam was the only one who could protect me from these bullshit emotions.

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  I ran two blocks without stopping. The red door was opened but I was to busy wrapped up in my feelings to come back to reality. "Liam?" I whispered. I bolted up the stairs and ran towards the white door with Liam's name printed in black letters. I reached for the door knob but the door was already open and I saw them. "Oh f*ck Ni, so f*cking tight baby." Liam moaned. Niall was riding him slowly while Liam's hands griped his waist. I was frozen, not moving a muscle. " What the f*ck." I whispered. Liam's eyes shot open and Niall's head whipped around to look at me, standing in the doorway pathetically. "Oh shit" Niall whispered. Liam pushed Niall off of him and tried to get out of the bed but the sheet were tangled with his legs so he went down and fast as he got up. "Baby this isn't-" he tried explaining as he stood up but I wasn't listening. I didn't want to. "Hope your happy Liam." I said as I began running back to my "home" . I opened the front door and was met with angry feminine eyes. My mother. "Louis William Tomli- , Louis William McCain you do not just run out of here like an animal !" "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" I said under my breath. I felt a sting on my left cheek. She slapped me. "I raised you better than that. Your father was right. You are a disappointment." she said in a harsh tone. I could see tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. " You better wish your father comes home or so help me God- Louis get your ass back here ." I couldnt listen anymore. I ran up the stairs and into my room, the only place in this house that made me feel safe. Safe, a word I never truly knew the meaning of. Laying on my back I began trying to process what I saw. The filthy image playing back a million times and I just wanted it to end.

  Through the darkness I saw a large figure leaning against my bedroom door. "Faggots like you shouldn't be alive. Its an abomination." My father said glaring at me. His dark brown eyes seemed black in the darkness of my room. I could smell the alcohol with each word he muttered. I felt the covers being ripped off my body and like legs tugged off the bed. I was on the floor in seconds and as I tried getting up I was slammed back down. " I think I need to beat the gay out of you. No son of mine will be a fag." he whispered into my ear. Fear. Fear was what I felt inside and out. I'd seen this man beat the living crap out of my mother countless time before. I was emotionally drained and just ready to give up. My support system demolished. As quickly as those thoughts ran through my mind I felt the punches. My eyes slowly closed.

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I woke up a bit startled. The memory was so vivid and I felt the pain all over again. Reality hit me as I scanned my surroundings. I'm laying on my side with Zayn's collarbones in my view. I look upwards and he's sound asleep. Harry's arm were wrapped around my waist and I blushed as I realized my bum was pressed against his crotch. I could hear his steady breath knowing he was still in a deep sleep. I slowly remove his arm from around my waist trying not to wake him up. I ease my self of the bed, cursing under my breath as I hear a small squeak that came from the mattress's springs. I smirked as I saw Harry feel around for me on the bed. He finds Zayn's arm and quickly pulls the boy into his chest. I look at the time on the alarm clock 6:48 am. School started in about 2 hours so I had time. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I began peeling of my clothes and putting them into the dirty clothes hamper. I reached into the shower and turned on the water and as I waited for the water to heat up, I look at my self in the mirror. I looked like a hot mess. My hair sticking up in three directions and I had eye boogers.