-Okay I just want to say this, I don't know if you think I'm super annoying replying to all your comments, but it's just that I can't write if no one reads, so with your comments it makes me feel like people are reading, and I can't help but want to thank them :) ANYWAY, sorry for the mistakes, and enjoy!
(Louis's POV)
I woke up in a...BED?!?!
What the fuck?!
Oh yeah, I'm locked in a room....in a house I've never been in......with a man named Zayn and his brothers.....I'm gonna die in this house.
KNOCK KNOCK!
I fell of the bed in shock.
"Louis? It's me Zayn, can I come in?" He asked
What am I supposed to say?! He practically kidnapped me! Well I suppose I walked in here first but, whatever!
"Louis?" He asks again and I hide under the sheets and whimper, it's been a year since my last beating, I mean sure I've gotten hit a few times by some drunks and homeless people, but a year since I've had an actual beating.
I really don't want one.
Then again, who does?
I hear the door unlock and then a sound of a door opening and closing, while I hid under the sheets eyes closed, I learned how to master this as a kid, so that I would get out of a couple of beatings.
"Louis? Ya gotta wake up. Up up up!" He says while shaking me.
I decide that I'm not gonna get out of this one anytime soon, so I open my eyes little by little, until they were completely open.
"We'll hello sleepy head!" He says happily
"Can I go today?" I ask as nicely as I can looking down
"I want you to meet my brothers." Zayn says ignoring my question
I just look down at my clothes I've been wearing for about 3 months now and I'm all dirty. I look like a homeless kid....oh wait I am.
"Um I don't look so great." I said pointing at my clothes
"Here why don't you go take a shower and ill bring you some clothes, sound good?" He asks
I simply nod, and he exits the room only to come back 2 minutes later with a pile of clothes.
"They might fit a little big, but it'll have to do for now." Zayn says as he gives me the clothes.
"It's fine really, I don't need them." I say
"Nonsense, just go!" He takes me to the bathroom and turns on the water for me.
"Okay, don't take too long, when your done, just come to the living room." Zayn explains
"Where's the living room?" I ask realizing that I have no idea where it is.
"It's the room you first came in through." Zayn says walking out do the bathroom.
I quickly lock the door and take off my disgusting clothes. I hop into the shower and I instantly relax.
I haven't taken a regular shower since I was 9. My mother and father used to say; 'go rinse, you have 3 minutes, you little waste of water.'
I learned to not listen to the names I was called, it now I survived in school.
I was in school until I turned 13, when I ran away. I don't care about school. What's on it for me? Bullies, homework, teachers who don't care?
