Unwanted- A Felicite Tomlinson Fanfic

Part 7

So I'm finally not typing at 11 at night. After this chapter the next will be out either tommorow or Friday. I always try to make at least one chapter a day and one chapter in my other book, which you should really go check out! ~

"What the hell is going on down here?!" My dad demanded. I was frozen in fear at his words. Louis and I had often snuck downstairs but had never once been caught, well that is until now. To scared to speak, Louis spoke for me. He quietly made up some vague excuse of us being hungry and going to grab a bite. Dad slapped him across the face. "If you were so damn hungry, you would've eaten your dinner! It serves you right! Get to bed now!" We ran up the stairs together, fear making me tremble until I felt like I would faint.

Dad didn't always act like this. It was new for both me and Lou. I ran into my bed head first and cried under the sheets. About five minutes later I heard foot steps at my door and looked up to see Louis, a small, light bruise forming just below his left eye. "Sorry." He said "I made you watch the stupid audition." I sighed. "Lou, you couldn't have stopped me from watching it if you tried." I said. "But I'm worried. They are going to find out that you are on the X Factor." I said, matter of factly. He knew I was right but instead replied "If I make it to bootcamp I will be forced to tell them and live temporarily in a room for a few months before the X Factor is over. Don't worry though, that won't happen because I'm not that good anyway. And the round where I have to go against others is in a month. I will be able to lay low for a while but will have to miss school again later." I nodded my head, taking everything he said into consideration. It broke my heart when he said that he wasn't good enough to win. I just hoped he learned something from this and got through it all without another black eye.

"Are you ok?" I asked. "Fine." He replied softly but I knew he wasn't. In fact, he was on the verge of tears. I couldn't do much to make him feel better so I just threw my arms around my brother and told him everything was going to be ok, to which I felt my shirt dampen with tears. He nodded his head and choked out a final "Good night." before disappearing into his room, leaving me alone and scared. My 18 year old brother was crying and scared. I was 11 and on the verge of breaking down. But I needed to stay strong for Louis.

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So that's the end of part 7. I feel like writing another part now so I think I actually will. Comment, vote, like, share. :)