Saved {ls}

Chapter 6

I can hear their shouts and breaking liquor bottle fro the porch. I'm glad Louis lives down the street... Just in case. I walked into the house and hung my book bag on its hook that I had installed.

Suddenly I'm thrusted into a wall and a pair of familiar, rough lips press against mine. I push him off me. "Please not tonight," I beg. "What's the matter fag? Got a boyfriend now?" He teases. I stay silent. "Speak asshole!" He slaps my cheek. The room whirls. "I got a concussion," I say dizzily, while slumping to the floor. "Oh well that makes my friends' and I's job a lot easier, but just in case."

Mark plunges a vodka bottle into my mouth forcing me to swallow. The liquid burns my throat. I don't mind when he does this... At least I won't remember anything in the morning. The last thing I hear is, "how much for his innocence?!"

"Get up faggot!" Mark shouts. I open my eyes. My throat burns and my head throbs. I push myself off the worn mattress. My legs wobble with each step I take to the bathroom. I retch into the toilet multiple times before I have the strength to get in the shower. Pain shoots through my lower region. I quickly wash my curls and my body. I step out of the shower, heat and steam radiating off my bare body.

I walk into my small room. Mark shoves me against the wall. "Hello Harold," he growls. I'm sick of him. I can't take it anymore!!! "Get the hell off me!!!! You asshole!!! You think it's fun to hurt me!!!! That's sick!!! You disgust me twat!!!!" I snap, punching him hard in the gut. Fury course through his irises. "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT!!!!!" He screams. I know what's happening. He's only ever used this form of treatment once. That was when I ran away from him.

Mark enters my room once again with a knife. "Please no!" I wail. He takes a fistful if my chocolate curls and drags me to the living room. He takes the knife and is ready to make the first cut on my thigh, but I squirm to get away. I do break free, but not before the knife digs deeply in the flesh of my thigh. I stand up painfully and burst through the door. Tear fall freely down my cheeks. Think Harry. Where can you go? Louis's house. I stumble as fast as I can. I hear Mark's shouts and demands for me to stop. Blood flows down my left leg. The towel is still wrapped firmly around my waist. At least I was wise enough to put on some underwear before going to my room.

"Five more houses Harry. You can make it," I think to myself as I start to become dizzy. Come on Louis! Be closer.

Finally I limp into Louis's driveway. I step onto his front porch and pound against the door. "Louis!!!" I yell. I hear stomping and I lean roughly against the door. It flings open and I fall into a woman's arms. "Is Louis home?" I ask weakly. "Yeah he's up in his room. Come on in sweetheart," she says kindly. "LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON!!!! GET YOUR BUM DOWN HERE!!!!" She demands. I assume this is Louis's mother. "Mumm what?" He whines. "You have an injured friend here," she soothes. "Harry?! Oh my god! Harry! What happened?!" Louis exclaimed, panicking. I hobble over to him and fall in his familiar embrace.

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Jay (Louis's mum) removes the knife from my thigh. I wince. My blood leaks onto the wood floor. "Lottie!!! Get me peroxide! Louis get me a washcloth!" She instructs. Soon Lottie come bouncing out wit a brown bottle in her hand. Louis walks in from the kitchen with a white rag.

"Louis hold his hand. Harry this gonna sting okay."

Jay dumps the liquid on the cloth and places it on my thigh. I inhale sharply and squeeze Louis's hand. "Lottie! Can you get the crutches?" Jay shouts. "He has some on his back too mum," Louis tells Jay as she wraps up my leg. Then I'm told to lay in my stomach while she cleans my back wounds. I end up dozing off completely.