Say The Words (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

Chapter 11

*Addie's POV*

Friday, August 9th, 2013

"Those."

Louis points to my arms, which are both now fully exposed with white and purple scars and some new cuts.

I do the only logical thing I can think of: I pull down my sweatshirt sleeves and look away. I decide to play with the pancakes on my tray and start stabbing them with my fork.

Louis stares at me for a minute, trying to get me to talk without him instigating the conversation. "Addie..." Louis finally says, his voice breaking. His tone pleads with desperation and sadness.

"What?" I snap. I glare at him. How dare he. How dare he even mention my cuts. It is absolutely none of his business. My face is mean and hateful.

He lifts a hand to my cheek. He blinks once and his eyes become immediately glassy once again. "Addie, please tell me thos-"

I slap his hand away. "Don't you dare fucking touch me!" I yell loud enough for the others to hear but they probably know better than to get involved in this situation. I look away.

He sits there astonished and maybe a little hurt. I don't care. People hurt people. Again, he stares at me. What the hell? I turn to face him. "What the fuck is your problem? Why are you staring at me?" I yell. He just sits and stares. "Fine. I don't need this. Forget it! I'm guessing you lied about all of that last night, huh? Fucking asshole! I bet you only brought me here to get into my pants, right? Fuck you! I don't need you! Fuck off!"

I take off his sweatshirt and throw it at his face. I'm so pissed. I get up and start to storm out but he beat me to the door. His eyes no longer were sad or desperate. They were cold, dark, and determined. I slap him and yell for him to move out of my way before he grabs my arms and drags me into his bathroom. "What the hell are you doing?" I scream.

He pushes me towards the counter and sink on the other side of the bathroom and turns to shut and lock the door. He's really strong, ouch. My hip slams into the corner of the counter. That's going to bruise. I hope it didn't open up any of my cuts on my thigh and hip. Those are much worse. "What the fuck do you want? Let me out of here."

"I took you in here so the boys wouldn't hear as much of your screaming and yelling!" He says and crosses his arms. "Now are you going to tell me ab-"

"It's none of your fucking business!" I continue to scream things at him and he walks towards me. He grabs my both of my wrists where the most recent cuts are. It really stings. "Ouch, Louis! You're hurting me! Stop it! Let me go!"

He pushes me against the wall with excessive force and causes my spine to jam into the hard wall. That really fucking hurts. "Addie! Shut up! Stop acting like the tough girl! Just stop your fucking act and let me help you! Stop squirming!" His eyes are dark. His grip on my wrists is tightening and it starts to really burn so bad that I start crying. I start to get dizzy too. Fucking malnutrition.

"L-Louis," I gasp, "I can't breathe." His face softens, but only a little bit. His grip loosens, still holding on to my arms.

"Sit down on the floor. Come on." He helps me get down and sit against the wall before he, too, slides down on the wall and sits next to me.

We sit in silence for a few minutes and I catch my breath. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah. Just felt like I was going to pass out for a second." Happens all the time; I shouldn't be freaked about it, I guess. Another couple of minutes of silence pass.

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe because I lost breath. I don't know."

"No, not that."