Trust(Lilo Paynlinson)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Liams POV

I felt my body being set on something soft. My eyes shot open. I saw a young man standing over me. I felt my eyes widen in fear.

"Uh, hi. . ." He said nervously. I quickly eyed this boy over. He was a little older then me. A year or two. He was obviously stronger than I was. This boy could over power me easily. I pulled my self up, or tried to pull myself up. I groaned in pain as I tried pushing myself with my arm. It was sprained, I could tell.

"Here let me-" The boy reached for me. I shook my head frantically.

"No!" I spat. "Don't touch me. I'll hurt you." The boy took a step back. Hey, he believed me. "I'm serious. Touch me and I'll beat the crap out of you. I'll mess that pretty little face of yours right up." I said. The boy seemed torn. Like he was unsure of what to do. Then he decided that I was lying and took a step forward.

Thats when I broke.

"No, don't hit me, I'm sorry!" I covered my face with my forearms. "I-I was lying! I'm not going to hurt you. Don't hurt me please!" I had myself curled into a tight ball waiting for the fists to start pummling my body like usual.

"I'm not going to hit you." He said calmly.

"Then wh-what are you gonna d-do to me?" I asked shaking. If it wasn't beatings it was rapings. If a guy that found me didn't beat me, he always raped me instead.So, I had a pretty good idea of what was going through this guys head. When he didn't do anything I glanced up at him. He hadn't moved from his spot.

"Just do it already!" I cried through tears. The waiting was killing me. Maybe this guy will be humane and just kill me afterward he was done with me.

"Do what?" He asked. I shook my head and buried it deep into my arms. I felt him put his hand on my shoulder. I flinched under his touch and waited for him to hurt me in some form or the other. Thats what everyone else has done. Why else would you bring a skinny homeless boy into your home? To my dismay he grabbed me by the arm

"C'mon." He said. "Get up." I followed his orders. Maybe if I did what I was told he would hurt me less. He led me through his house and into the bathroom. The boy turned the shower on. With tears in my eyes I started to get undressed. This is it. I was getting raped.

"Woah, mate." He said. "You can wait until I'm out of the room to get undressed." I stared at him in confusion. What was this guy playing at?

"Y-you aren't gonna. . ." My voice trailed off.

"Not gonna what?" He asked.

"Rape me?" I finished quietly. I looked up at him to see him staring at me with complete shock and horror pastered on his face.

"Rape you?" He asked. "No, I would never-where would you get an idea like that?" I shrugged and looked away.

"I just thought that you might like a nice hot shower, you know to wash all that blood and dirt off your body." He said. I looked up at him. He looked sincere. I slowly nodded.

"If you need anything just yell." The boy said before leaving. I waited for a few minutes. I was waiting to hear him rush back in and hurt me.

He never did.

I slowly stripped my shirt off. I turned and couldn't help look in the mirror. My skin was pale and covered in dark black bruises. I sighed trying to repress the memories of how the bruises got there.My ribs stuck out. Almost all of my bones stuck out really.

I stepped into the shower and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water on my cold skin. Pretty soon there was a knock on the door. I flinched.

"Can I come in?" The older boy called from the hallway. I backed into the corner of the shower. Why did he need to come in?

"Y-yes." My voice cracked. I stood silent in the shower as I heard him enter the bathroom.

"I brought you some clothes of mine to wear.I think they should fit. Sorry if they aren't your style. I'm strange when it comes to clothing preferances." I heard him laugh and I couldn't help but smile a little. His laugh was adorable.

"Ok." I murmured. I waited for him to come into the shower and hurt me. He didn't. I heard the door open and close. I let out a giant breath of releif that I didnt know I was holding in.

About fifteen minutes later I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I put the clothes on that were left laying out on. I put on a black and white striped shirt and red skinny jeans. Wow, the kid wasn't kidding. Slowly I stepped out into the hallway and I was immeadiantly met by the boy. He held a belt in his hand.

"Please don't hit me!" I begged covering my face. He looked confused.

"I'm not going to hit you, here." He handed me the belt. "The pants look kind of loose." I stared at him for a few seconds before putting the belt on. He smiled.

"Uh, thanks, er. . ." I murmured.

"Oh, thats right, I never introduced myself did I? I'm Louis." He said extending his hand with a warm smile on his face. I didn't shake his hand. I kept both my hands firmly at my sides.

"Whats your name?" He asked.

"Why do you care?" I replied cautiously.

"Well, you're going to be staying here for a while. So I might as well know your name." Louis explained.

"What do you mean by staying?!" I asked taking a step back.

"I,er, I figured you didn't have a home. . ." Louis murmured.

"I don't." I replied.

"Then you're welcome to stay here." Louis said. There was a long pause. I thought about his offer. If I stayed here, with him, I'd be staying with a stranger. Someone who I had no idea who they were. But I'd be safe from Alex. Besides this boy has shown no signs of violence or trying to hurt me. But that didn't mean he couldn't change his mind and hurt me.

"O-okay. I'll stay." I murmured. Louis smiled again.

"Great. I'll go make us dinner. What would you like to eat?" He asked. I shrugged. I hadn't eaten in a long time. I had gotten use to the hunger pain. Louis left to the kitchen and I wandered to the living room. I saw a small couch and took a seat on it. It was soft. I felt myself relaxing into the soft plush of the couch. My eyes were slowly started to close. I sat straight up as soon as I heard Louis come into the room.

He set a plate full of warm looking noodles of some sort in front of me. I eyed it and sighed.

"What do I have to do to be able to eat it?"I asked quietly looking down.

"What do you mean?" Louis asked with a confused look on his face.

"What do you want me to do with you so that I can eat?" I asked a little louder. Whoever I stayed with always forced me to do something nasty if I wanted to eat. Louis stood there with a confused look on his skinny face.

"What do people usually make you do?" He asked.

"S-something. . . .sexual related. . . " I murmured and shuddered away the memories. Louis' jaw dropped.

"Sex-wha-No! Here." He handed me a fork. "You don't have to do anything. Just eat." I seached his eyes for any sign of lying.

"It's poisoned isnt it?" I asked with a growl. Louis shook his head and sat next to me. I flinched away from him.

"Just eat." Louis said. "You need to eat. You're so skinny." I sighed again before picking the fork up and digging it into the noodles. I looked at Louis. He nodded. His eyes pushed me forward to eat. I gulped and took a bite. Flavor exploded in my mouth.

"Mmm." I murmured. Soon I ate an entire plate.

"Do you want some more?" Louis asked. I nodded. He got up and went to the kitchen. Before he could bring me another plate though, I was asleep on the couch with a full stomach. Somthing I haven't had in a long time.

     Okay. What do you think? Is it too bad? Too rushed? Opinions are greatly appreciated. Please. . . .  Bye. I love you. I really do. Ask anyone. . . . :/