The story of my twisted life

Chapter 9

Hope

I shot up from bed and I had sweat dripping down my face. Another nightmare of him but this time the boys were in it and he hurt them really badly.

       "Fuck" I groaned in pain.
Picking up my phone it reads 3:40am I groaned again. There's no way I'm going back to sleep.

I make the hard decision to text Louis but I gotta make sure the boys are ok.

Hope- hey Lou i know it's late but are you up

A few minutes later he replied

Lou- hey darling yea what's up are you ok

Hope- yes just a nightmare you boys were kinda hurt really bad I wanted to make sure it wasn't real.

My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

Lou- no darling it's not all the boys are fast asleep all ok

Hope- why aren't you?

Lou- just couldn't but it's ok.

Hope- I'm going to see you all tomorrow right?

Lou- no I'm sorry darling we have to record and it's going to take all day :(

Hope- oh ok well I'm going to try to get some more sleep you should too :)

Lou- I will darling sleep well and if you have another nightmare call me or one of the boys

Hope- I will 🖤

I set my phone down and try to close my eyes with music softly playing in the background tomorrow or I guess today is going to be a rough day.

           Beep beep beep
I hear my alarm go off.
     "Ugh I don't want to get up" I whimpered
Even though I don't want to, I get out of bed and slowly walk into the bathroom strip and take a shower. I grab the shampoo and rub it through my hair. I tilted my head back so it was under the water, and I did the same with the  conditioner. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me.

When I got to my room I noticed that I had a migraine starting

         "No no no not today" I whispered.
Fuck it I'm staying home.

I threw on my black sweat pants and a sweatshirt.

          "Mom, I have a migraine, can I have my shot?" I asked the minute I walked downstairs.

My mom reached into the cabinet and pulled out the vile and syringe. She poked the needle on the top of the vile and started to draw out the medicine.

When she was done she handed it to me. I pull up my shirt just a bit to show a little exposed skin and poked the needle in my stomach.

           "Go lay down sweetie I'll call the school" she said softly taking the used syringe when I was done.

I dropped my shirt back down with a nod and walked back upstairs.

I laid down and drifted back to sleep.

  Louis

I was up all night anxious about this "job" as we call it. I hate this life.  About 3:40am my phone goes off.

Who could be texting at this time?

Hope- hey Lou i know it's late but are you up