He has my heart. L.s.

2

Now in study hall we have free time able to do whatever we please. Suppose to study, but nobody really does. I sit on a table as I show Niall my bruises. He makes a pained expression. Niall does what Niall does best and asks me to go to the cops I tell him no. Then he rants. But my focus is on Louis and his "girl" Eleanor. Eleanor is so innocent why would she date him? Yeah he's cute but, she could do better. Way better. I shake my head and turn back to Niall he has his arms crossed and an eye brow raised

"What?" I snap.

"You!"

"Me?"

"Everytime that perky ass of his walks in the fuckin room that's where your eyes are, you don't think I don't see you checking him out?" He says accusingly. I laugh then wince.

"Are you implying that I have a pathetic crush on him?" I ask.

"Yes! It's a fact. He stares at you, and you stare at him."

"Niall shut up."

Niall groans. I get up and tell him I'm getting ice.
God I need something. This pain is killing me. I pass El and Louis, snogging. I roll my eyes and keep walking.
...
Friday.

It's Friday and those are never good for me. Sperm donar will go out get trashed and I'll have to stop him from hurting mum. I'm still very sore from the last beating I had. For the porn that my friend looked up. Ugh. It's the last period and I am still working on my Fears paper. Suddenly Mr. Quinn claps his hands.

"Mr. Styles can you please share last week's paper?" He asks. I give him a confused look but nod.

I stand as he hands me my paper back. I lick my dry lips scanning the students faces. Louis rests his head on his hands and looks very bored.

"Rooted,

When ever I am up high, I feel this weight lifted from my chest. When ever I was younger I used to try to jump to the clouds. The higher I got the more excited I got, until I broke my arm. After that I climbed trees and tried to get as high as I could," I pause and look up. Mr. Quinn urges me to go on.
Louis looks more interested. I nod and continue.

"Most people might say that being up so high would make them uneasy, that they are even scared of them. When I'm on a ledge, or tree branch I feel like I can breathe. That time stops. Time doesn't exist. Nothing can touch me or hurt me," I wince I look up to see if anyone noticed. Louis looks like he did.

"I'm free up high. Higher I am, the closer I am to those big puff balls in the sky, the more free I am.
But I am rooted. As most people, I can't touch the clouds. Something will always hurt me. Time exists and will keep passing me. I'm rooted to the ground, because the creator of life likes to dangle that string of happiness, and then yank it away so we have to jump to it. I'm rooted to the ground. Never to touch the clouds, or stars, or other planets. To only be rooted and watch day after day pass, minuet after minuet, hour after hour. Rooted to this God awful world, that takes innocent people and chews them up then spits them out. A plant that doesn't have enough sunlight to grow. Just a well rooted plant."

That was terrible why did he have me read that? He hates me doesn't he? Oh my God! I sit down.

"A story with a meaning. That's what I like! Can't wait to see this week's paper."

I sigh and nod. Soon enough class ends and I head striaght to the bus. Niall double checks if I can hang out Saturday and I agree. When I get home, father isn't home. Mum is in the kitchen, I help with dinner. After eating in dreadful silence I head up to get homework done and to study a little.

***

Only a few hours later I hear the door open and heavy boots go up the stairs. I take a few deep ragged breaths and stand up. The footsteps go to Mum's room the door opens and I can hear muffled voices. I head down the hall to do what I've done so many other times. I bite my lip and storm in. Mum is huddled in the corner, again his hand hits her.
After I pull him back his attention is on me. I stand awaiting the beating. His fist connects with my jaw.
I stagger backwards as another connect with the side of my head. Then my stomach. I trip and fall right as his boot colides with my stomach. I bite back my scream. He kicks again. Again. Agian. I swear I hear a cracking noise on the fifth time he kicks. He picks me up, I can't stand up straight. He pins me against the wall.