High school Fever:Wallflower

Chapter 20

*** Louis's POV ***

I was alone. I felt really awkward and pity for myself. Oliver had refused to talk to me and it was making me feel sick. It was strange getting the silent treatment from him and with each passing time he glanced at me in the car, I stared with eagerness hoping he'd talk to me but he never did. He kept frowing and I hated it.

What must he be thinking about me now?

I felt so sick to my stomach.

I was just still in thoughtd when the door opened and I sprout up turning to see her. Louis's Mom. She walked up to me and I kept my head down.

" What did you tell my son?" She began and my eyes widened as I lifted my head up to look at her.

He told her?!

" I- I didn't tell him anything!" I denied quickly. She stared at me for moments as if trying to detect any trace of lies. I kept my head down.

" Why has he been refusing to speak to you then?" She threw folding her arms across her chest.

Thank God. She was only suspecting.

" School stuff. He's just pissed 'bout something that happened at sc-school" I replied. She was quiet. She stared at me. She stared at me like the way she used to whenever she was 'bout to 'do that'. My heart race increased and I felt it. I felt sick and I'm sure if she touched me right now, I'd throw up.

" Better. You know it's been awhile since I had a taste of delicious body" She moved closer and I took a step back. My head was still down and I could feel the wetness around my eyelids.

Don't cry. I told myself. I hated it when she saw me cry. It made me feel weak and it gave her the sadist pleasure and power she felt.

" You want me to tell you what to do? Alright. Off the pants and get on the f**kin' bed" She said tying her losed hair up.

" No" I said before I could stop myself. She paused. Surprised and looked at me.

The images flashed into my head. Pinkert's Mom's dead body being dragged into the boot by her and me digging the grave.

Fear. I felt it but I couldn't take it anymore.

" No? Don't start Louis cuz you know how it always ends" she said in that voice that held intimidation.

I waved my head no and took another step back.

" I am tired. Why do you always w-want to hurt me" My voice was barely a whisper afraid that if I rose it higher than that, I'd break before her.
I stared up at her making her see the devastation in me. She only regarded me with a stern look. The look she always gave me when I said no.

" Why don't you just shut up and lie down" She moved closer to me making surely I realized she was huger than me.

" Are you going to fight me?" She blurted pushing me to the bed.

" G-get off! Get off me!" I pushed her off with all the strength I could muster and shuffled back so I could exit the room but she caught a hold of my hoodie and got up and there came the hit. She slapped me hard across the face.

" How dare you f**kin' push me. Do you wanna get your self killed?"

" I am no longer twelve! You can't force me anymore! " I shouted hostilely at her and I heard it. I was crying. My voice had broken.

" I'm not afraid to kill you kid. I'm simply considering Oliver. He loves you so much like an idiot"

Not anymore. He hates me now.