Dark (A Louis Tomlinson story.)

Chapter 18- Not Talking

AMANDA'S POV

I watched as Niall was thrown into a tree by Louis. I felt tears start to stream down my face. I covered my face with my hands as I cried. Niall was getting hurt because of me. I looked back up just as Louis punched Niall in the stomach causing him to fall to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. No matter how much I wanted to get away from Louis I rather be with him then have Niall be in pain.

I couldn't watch this anymore, I just couldn't handle it any longer. I turned around and ran out of the park as warm tears stained my cheeks. I heard the fighting stop, they must've realized I wasn't there anymore. I stopped outside of an alley. I stepped into the dark alley quietly. I slid down the side of a building. I hugged my knees to my chest as I cried quietly. I felt a hand wrap around me and pick me up off the ground.

"It's okay love, shh." He said, it was Niall.

"Blondie! Get the hell away from her." Louis growled.

I watched as Louis punched Niall in the face again before Louis took me from Niall's arms. Niall hit his head on the wall as he fell from the punch. He landed on the ground with a small thud. I looked at him, my vision blurred from my tears. Niall wasn't moving at all, I'm not even sure if he was breathing. Louis started to walk down the sidewalk with me. I was trying to get away from him and get to Niall's side, I felt so bad, this was all my fault. After awhile I finally stopped struggling against Louis' grip, he obviously wouldn't be letting go of me anytime soon. Louis finally reached his house again. As soon as we walked inside he locked every window and door that lead outside.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" He mumbled as he set me down on the couch.

Louis sat down next to me as he waited for my reply. My reply never came though. I decided that I wasn't going to talk to Louis. I was hoping if I didn't talk to him he would let me leave.

"I asked you a question." Louis said, his eyes burned into the side of my head.

I remained quiet, I wasn't even moving except for the raising and falling of my chest. I heard Louis sigh, it was obvious he was trying to stay calm and not hurt me.

"Fine, don't talk." He muttered as he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

I stayed seated on the couch as he was rummaging around in the kitchen. I was staring blankly at the wall in front of me, I had nothing better to look at.

"Are you hungry?" He asked from the kitchen. "God dammit Amanda! Why aren't you talking?"

By now he was standing in front of me. I just shrugged which caused him to growl. He threw me over his shoulder rather harshly before he walked back into the kitchen. A bunch of things were pulled out of cabinets and shelves and thrown carelessly around the room. Maybe he wasn't looking for something, maybe he was taking his anger out on the random packages of food instead of me.

"You know that even if you aren't going to talk I still won't let you go, you'll stay here whether you talk or not." He said staring into my eyes.

I let out a rather loud sigh which caused Louis to smirk.

"Are you going to start talking now?" He asked with a smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head.

"Well, that was still a form of communicating, you should just start talking again. What are you going to do? Spend the rest of your life not talking?" He asked.

My heart dropped. I won't talk to him and he know that but he asked if I wouldn't talk the rest of my life. Does that mean he is planning on keeping me here for the rest of my life?