I love you.. and all your Little Things(Louis Tomlinson fan-fic)

Chapter two

"Hey Catie... Sorry to just barge in but I'm in a hurry I just wanted to stop by and say Congratulations on graduating.' Sam, my sister said.

"Oh thanks Sammy!" I replied. Sam left home when she was 18 because of dad's abusive issues. So now she never comes around when he's here... So I guess he isnt home.

"Yeah, well I best be going... I love you Catie."

"I love you to Sam." And with that she left. I silently heard the song on the radio end and the broadcaster say that there would be VIP and backstage passes up for grabs if you could name who sang this part in the song taken: Now that you can't have me

You suddenly want me

Now that I'm with somebody else

You tell me you love me

I slept on your doorstep

Begging for one chance

Now that I finally moved on

You say that you missed me all along

Well thats easy! That is Liam Payne's part! I quickly called the number and once the Broadcaster answered and said I was caller number 9 I was sure I would  have a mental breakdown! But I didnt, I calmly said "That is Liam Payne's part on the song, Taken." "You are correct!!" The broadcaster shouted. "Yay!!" I knew I was going to win but I was still overfilled with joy! "So miss...?" "Catie, Catie Conaway" "Ah yes miss Catie Conaway, stop by the radio station in the next 2 hours and pick up your passes!!" He informed me in a deep british accent. "I will!" I said in my own very soft accent.

*** An hour later***

Finally I made it to the radio station! London roads are busy here in Chesire at night! I walked up to the door of the radio station and opened the door. As I walked into the office area of the Station I was greeted by a nice lady with the name of, Lisa Fredrick. She was really kind and she seemed to know who I was as soon as I walked through the door.

"Ms. Catie Conaway?" She asked politley.

"Yep, that"s me!" I answered shyly

"I need to see your drivers licence to make sure your telling the truth." She nodded and called down the radio broadcaster down and he gave me my passes and ushered me out the doors rather quickly telling me to have a good time with the boys tomorrow.

I sure hoped that I would!! I went home and since tomorrow was my 18th birthday I could finally leave this rotten old house with the worst memories... I packed up some clothes, and some toiletries, along with my college fund. While walking out of the bathroom something caught my eye... My blades. I hoped I wouldn't need them but I grabbed them anyways. I hid all of my bags when I heard heavy, drunken footsteps coming down the stairs. Dad. He came barging into my room and out of no where grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the ground.

"You stupid bitch! I hope you go and die in hell with your mother!!" He was obviously drunk.... "You ugly little peice of shit! No one will ever, EVER love you!!" and then he was gone, up and out of my room leaving me on the ground like I was nothing! I started crying when I got up and looked in the mirror.. He was right. no one will ever love me. I couldn't stop myself I instintaniously grabbed a blade and pulled up my long sleeve.. I was always afraid to cut on my wrist.. I was afraid someone would see. But now I don't even care. I slid the blade down my wrist and watched the blood starts to come. I couldn't stop myself, I cut once, twice, three times, no now four. I just couldn't help it. I cut five times and thn got up threw away the blade bandaged my arm and put on a black long sleeve shirt and climbed into bed. "I'm glad I'm leaving this place tomorrow." I wispered to myself and I fell asleep.