Protection {Louis Tomlinson} // Book 1

Chapter 1: What my life is

I was now 18.

i was 16 when my mother died.

i ran away from home 2 months ago to New York City.

i coulden't handle my father anymore.

he was a tool.

a manwhore.

yes a manwhore. after a while he would start sleeping with women.

he probably slept with 3 diffrent women a week.

so after 2 years.

I left.

I dropped everything and left.

I was already 18 so it wasn't like he

could do anything about it.

i was a adult.

even if he tried i woulden't come back.

even if he swore on his life he

woulden't get drunk or sleep with

women everynight.

I wouldn't come back.

he didn't deserve a second chance. not at all.

when i left i packed very light stuff.

2 pairs of shorts. 5 t-shirts, 3 pairs of sweat pants, and a coat.

i live in a small apartment. and when i say small, i mean small.

it had a tiny kitchen, a little living room about the size of a public bathroom in a gas station, and a bedroom with a full-sized bed.

i know. small.

but it is all i could afford.

so instead of complaining about it.

i focus on the positive things.

i know it's not much. but it was better than living on the streets. more importantly it was better than living with my father.

i have a car. it was the one my dad bought me on my 16th birthday (when my mom was alive of course)

when my mom was alive, my dad was always so happy. so full of joy. such a sense of humor. but things change, just like him.

the car was a black durango. it was a little old by now, but i didn't care.

...

*beep beep*

my alarm goes off.

i wake up.

i take off my clothes and step in the bathroom for a quick 5 minute shower.

...

after my shower i dry my hair then pull my hair back into a poinytail.

i throw on my starbucks uniform and some black tennishoes then head out the door for another day at my job.

i always had to be careful. i sorta live on the 'bad' side of town.

i go places by my self but i'm always very cautios. and i never go out after dark. the only time i'm out past dark is when i come home from work late.

...

"Ready for another day of work Dakota?" Asks my boss Caroline.

Oh yeah. My name is Dakota Smith. I'm originally from Long Island NY but as you've heard, I've ran away.