A Journey with Justin

Chapter 3: The Last Straw

Louis POV

June 24, 2013.

It was the day I was heading to my new life.

This wasn't a regretful decision, but it wasn't planned or thought out.

It was like deciding between chocolate or vanilla, the unexpected choosing strawberry.

I know, not a very good example, but it's like that for me.

My choices were either deal with life or stop breathing.

But I chose a different route. Leaving.

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I woke up this morning just not wishing for it to be a good day today.

Sometimes I wished, magic or other fairytale shit did exist, it would make my life easier.

After talking a warm shower and picking my outfit,

I went downstairs finding my father sitting at the table reading some old newspaper.

He looked at me which I heard him groan in disgust by my appearance.

I just grabbed a glass of milk and chugged it down my throat.

"would you look at that? Uncle Ian's son got an award from the school department from volunteered community service and good grades, he sure has a son. I would live to have a boy like that but instead, I got you" he spit out.

I tried holding back my tears and just shook my head,

I'm getting tired of his insults and how he judges me.

"why can't you be more like him huh? I got a faggot for a son!"

"at least I'm not a worthless drunk like you!" I cracked.

He stood up, flipped the table making all the food fall and crash on the ground.

I jumped at the sight of that as the fear came back to me, running thru my body.

"WHO DID YOU JUST CALL A WORTHLESS DRUNK?!" he said as he grab my wrist harshly about to twist it.

I notice his held on to the bracelet my mother gave me, just one move and it'll break.

No, no I can't let him, that's all I got from her!

"Dad, no stop" I cried as he started to wrist, seeing how the chain from the bracelet was about to disconnect.

"I'LL SHOW YOU WHOSE A WORTHLESS DRUNK, BOY!" I saw I he rose his fist in the air, about to come at me.

I quickly ducked down, making him forcibly to let go of my wrist as the chain disconnected and broke on the floor. It fell to the floor as every piece was broke apart.

"you got lucky dick, see you tonight" he said sternly as he left.

My bracelet, the one that my mother gave me, it's ruined, IT'S RUINED!!!

"NOOO! NOOO!" I cried out as I got the pieces, clenching it tightly on my hand, and held it to my chest.

I let the tears just fall my eyes, I hate him, I HATE MY FATHER!

"I HATE YOU!!!! I HATE YOU DAD!!!! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"

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I walked into school with tear stains on my face,

how could he?

My father took something away another part of my happiness, my mother.

I quickly got to my locker, as I opened it the locker slams closing.

I looked up finding a smirking Rodrick. All great.

"Awee, how's the loser been crying?" he cooed.

"just leave me alone Rodrick"

"I'll leave you alone when I feel like it, faggot" he said pushing my to the ground.

He then got in top of me and started to punch me repeatedly.

But this didn't feel like no ordinary beating, it felt harder and more killing.

"Stop it! Stop it!" shouted a girl from the crowd.

"Your killing him!" shouted a boy.

"this is what you get in life for being a mistake, FAGGOT!" he shouted as kept going, trying to kill me.

"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!" I heard Zayn growl, pushing him to the ground then punching his face twice.

I saw Liam and Niall just push Rodrick's friends away so they wouldn't hurt Zayn.

"LOUIS!" Zayn ran to me, as he helped me up.

I can't take this anymore, I can't, I just can't.

I quickly get out of Zayn's grip and ran my way to the exit.

"Louis stop, wait!" he chased after me.

As I got outside, I just ran and ran with stopping, I did heard Zayn, Liam, and Niall call after me, but that didn't stop me from running.

As I finally got to my house I made my way to my room and just pulled out my backpack and suitcase.

I just stuck all my clothes, all the money my Aunt Mary keeps sending me, and my phone along with my charger.

I closed my suitcase and opened my backpack grabbing extra materials like my toothbrush, some food, and shit needed.

I finally grabbed a picture of my sisters with my Aunt Mary on it, another picture of me with Zayn, Liam, and Niall, then the last picture of my mother when she held me in her arms smiling,

I quickly stuffed it in my backpack, and put the broken bracelet in my pocket.

I zipped up my backpack, got my suitcase and walked downstairs.

As I put on my hoodie and beanie on, I took one look at my house.

This was the one place were I was happy then it turned to hell.

All the memories here, is the ones I won't to forget.

No one needs me here! My father, my family, my school, NO ONE!

I sighed bravely putting my backpack on one shoulder as I picked up my suitcase.

No more turning back.

I stepped one foot out the door door and from there I was gone.

I was leaving the town I known, Doncaster.

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LOUIS LEFT HIS HOME ! O:

What's going to happen now?

I wrote this for you guess at midnight to 2 am lol,

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'Its Our Little Secret: Birth of Malik' is having its last chapter before its final sequel,

I know I'm sad too about the last sequel of IOLS, but it has to come to an end

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