Bully to Bully

Confusion and Thinking

I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

I didn't care that Louis was there. It was my way to let the pain out. I didn't cry at lunch so I cried about that pain. I didn't cry in English so I cried about that. I never cried at my last school and that adds up to a lot of crying. I didn't cry over a punch or a kick or a strangle or a trip or any type of violence. So I carried on full out sobbing.

I could here soft pads of footsteps in the room. If it was Louis, which I hoped it was, it sounded like he was pacing. My eyes were squeezed shut but the tears still escaped.

My breathing made weird sounds and it was very irregular. I lay on my side and my back was pressed against the wall. My knees were huddled up to my chest but not completely and my arms hugged around them. My body shook with each of my sobs and I knew that I would have a headache, maybe even a migraine, afterwards.

I felt a presence next to my head. It was warm and leaned against me, I guessed that it was Louis. He gently lifted me by my shoulders into a sitting position. I didn't fight back as I didn't have the energy so I followed his movements and let my body just flop. I was scooted over next to him so our legs touched. I was still sobbing.

"Stop crying." He said it so softly that I would class it as comforting. My mind kicked in and I realised that I had had a break down in front of Louis. My embarrassment just made me cry harder.

"Stop crying!" He said sternly and his intimidating attitude was back. I was scared. I couldn't take any more pain, so I choked back the next sob.

I stifled each sob and each cry. I drooped my head and tried to regain my breathing. After about 7 minutes I was just left with sniffling, hic-ups, a headache and red eyes. I still kept my head down though.

Louis shuffled closer to me so that our shoulders were touching. I tensed, expecting pain. We sat with both of our backs leaning against the wall and our legs sat straight. I saw out of the corner of my eye Louis' hand lift up, I expected a punch so I tensed.

His hand came over my body and up to my face. It crossed over my face and gently reached my left cheek. He started pulling my face downwards and I tensed, stopping him from pulling any further. He pulled harder and continued pulling my face down. My right cheek was now nearly touching his left shoulder. I hesitated, not wanting to gain contact but once again he pulled harder and my face was leaning on his shoulder.

He kept his hand on my left cheek for a moment to make sure that I didn't pull away. He then lowered his hand back down to his left side and started to wriggle his right hand to escape but it was wedged in between our bodies.

I slightly leaned away and his hand slipped out. I leaned back quickly so that he didn't think I was running away and a half smile appeared on his face. Not a smirk but a smile. Did he think I liked this? That I wanted the heat of his body back that quick after it had left? I don't know.

His arm then squeezed behind my neck and over my shoulder and started to rub it warmly. He was comforting me. I sniffed again.

"Shhhhh." He gently calmed me, not telling me off for making a sound. I had no idea what to do so I closed my eyes. About 5 minutes later I felt a soft hand on my torso and I hissed in pain.

"Shhhh." Louis cooed again and I relaxed. He started to rub my stomach trying to decrease the pain. He stopped rubbing my arm but the rubbing on my belly helped more.

"L-" I was going to ask a question but I snapped my mouth shut. Why can't I learn? I am so pathetic!

"It's fine, what were you going to say?" Louis asked me calmly and patiently. I was so surprised and thought that it was a trick that I didn't respond. It took me about 10 seconds to remember what I was going to say.