Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Harry's POV

I cried.

How long?

I don't know.

But I cried.

He didn't try to stop me.

He didn't go after me.

That's how I know he came to his senses. Broken people and joyful people just don't go together. Frankly, broken people are meant to be alone. They have nothing to live for. I'm glad I stuck to that before getting too attached to the boy. Or maybe, I already grew too attached.

That would explain the constant rain of tears and the slight ache I feel in my chest. I haven't felt something like that in a long time. Possibly ever. I can't ever remember feeling this way.

But then the boy with the dazzling blue eyes and amazing personality came along and changed everything.

Practically flipped my world upside down.

But what I'm curious about, is if he gave me a second thought. Or, is he one of those people that pretends to care. I don't like people like that. My life may be brutally messed up in every way possible, but it was honest. Not one of those perfect fantasy lives people read in books. People always told me exactly what they thought of me. It hurt, but dishonesty would've hurt worse.

Is there any hope in the world for people? Or will they always resort to dishonesty as an escape.

That's a difference between me and people. I used honesty as an escape.

I wish I could tell what Louis was thinking. The man who is the cause of my tears. Is he looking for me? Is he concerned for my well being? Impossible. No one cared. No one ever has, and no one ever will. I'm just that homeless boy in the alley to them.

I'm now back in my warehouse. I take a look around and this time, I really concentrate on it.

The walls are beige but looks more like a light brown due to the dust and multiple stains. There are several cracks, holes, and dents throughout the place. The roof looks like it could cave in at any moment. And I can see where each beating happened. I can see the blood splatter where my dad first shot me. And the other one from when he's cut or whipped me multiple times.

My gaze flickers over to the corner where there's a small blood trail running down the wall. That's where my first beating was. It feels like a whole other world ago but nothing has changed.

Except the boy. The new entrance to my life whether I want it or not.

But surprisingly, I do want him in my life.

He's made me feel alive. Like there's hope for me to actually move on from my past and be happy with someone who just might care about me.

But I blew it. I'm too dangerous and he deserves so much better. He probably already figured that out.

I'm sitting down in the warehouse now. My shirt is off and I'm examining the scars across my torso. Tracing each one slowly, shivers racking my body on occasion from the small touch. Not pleasant ones either. Always shivers from memories I despise.

That's when I snap. It's like my brain shut down and all I feel is the unimaginable pain from these years of living. I let out an ear piercing scream of agony and smash my clenched fist through the nearest window.