Tormented (Zouis Talik Student/Teacher)

Chapter Eleven

Zayn's POV:

Eleanor came bursting in minutes later, her face contorted with fury, out of breath from running up the stairs. Me and Louis stood up, and let his hand fall to his side in front of Eleanor. We could all hear Kaitlin yelling with tears in the other room, but we all ignored it. Eleanor, with much grace, strolled toward Louis, and gripped his shirt collar with her hands so hard her knuckles went white. Louis looked scared.

''You're such a liar!'' she shouted, spitting fiercely in his face. Louis flinched, tears sparkling his eyes. ''How could you? With your own pupil? It's against the law! Against us! How could you dare to betray my trust? I hate you so much! You love me, we have a fucking child! And you're kissing an eighteen year old boy? What the hell, Louis? You're gay? That's so horrible! I thought we really had something special-we do, Louis! I just can't believe it. I hate you so much. You're such a liar! It's disgusting what you've done! I hate you! I hate you!'' By the time she'd finished her shout, which was incredibly loud, and unexpectant from such a flimsy shaped and quiet woman, tears were stinging in her opalescent eyes. She meant every word she screamed. She was completely livid, betrayed, disbelieving and shocked and disgusted all at the same time. You just had to look at her face to figure that out. 

Louis licked his lips, gulping down waves and waves of tears from erupting from his eyes. ''E-Eleanor, I can explain everything-''

''Don't bother!'' she hissed, her face right up to his, spitting onto his cheeks again. ''Don't say anything, anymore. I hate you. Kaitlin? Come here,'' she called her daughter like a dog, and she arrived like a dog, looking terrified of her father. Eleanor gripped her hand, grabbed what seemed to be her handbag and gave Louis a vicious glare with a sickening finality to it that made my stomach curl inside out. 

She was leaving him. 

I knew it.

''Goodbye, Louis.'' she whispered quickly, grasping Kaitlin's hand so hard it made her complain, as she tore her confused and innocent daughter down the flat stairs without a backward glance, through the front door.

Louis stood there, tears draining out his eyes silently. I was the saddest thing I'd ever seen. He didn't make any movement to wipe them from his flushed cheeks, or any movement to go anywhere, really. I think he was in shock, like I was, so what he'd just witnessed. His mouth was slightly hanging open, emitting tiny gasps and gulps as he cried. He didn't look at me. He was staring at my chest. Well, it seemed he was staring through it. His eyes didn't focus anywhere. They seemed lost and confused and empty, I bet how he was feeling at this moment. 

''Oh, Louis,'' I sighed, reaching out to grab his hand. I held it in mine, but he didn't react at all. His fingers fell limp through mine, and I gave up. ''I'm so, so sorry,''

He shook his head, and gave me a watery smile, and finally wiped the tears away from his face. ''That wasn't how I pictured this would end. And it certainly wasn't as relieving as I thought it would be,'' he whispered, his words barely there. I opened my mouth to say something consolatory, but he continued: ''I can't really believe it. I'm such an idiot...''

''Louis, you've wanted to do this for a long time. You should have no regrets!'' I explained, trying to wrap him in my arms for a hug, but shockingly, he shoved me away with such force that it sent me flat on my back. I groaned in pain, but Louis didn't even apologise.

''I am an idiot. You have no idea how hard it is being me. I love you so much it hurts, and that should be that way for Eleanor! Not you! You're a mistake, I never meant to love you, you just messed everything up, Zayn. You've ruined my life.'' he said.

His words hit me like a stampeding bull. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, and I felt my heart throb and tear to pieces. I began to shake, completely unable to accept the words that had just came out of Louis's mouth. He should be lying. He should be overreacting, shouldn't he? He can't mean all of this. Surely. He couldn't mean any of it at all. I hadn't ruined his life at all.