Scarlet (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter Fourteen

Ashley POV

 

I woke up feeling sick to my stomach.  Not like flu sick, but like I just need to puke and I’ll feel better puke.  This has been going on for about a week now.  I’m seriously getting sick of it.  I mean I get sick and puke when I wake up and then am fine?  What the marshmallows.

I got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.  The door was shut.  “Who’s in there?”  I asked trying to hold down my puke.  Yuck.

“It’s me what do you need?”  Louis’ voice came from in the bathroom.

“I need in.  Quick.”  I said leaning on the door

“I’m in boxer shorts, you still want in.”  He asked teasingly.

“Louis, please.”  I begged, he opened the door.

“What is wrong?  You look sick.”  I didn’t have a chance to answer him because I was already leaning over the toilet, I felt my stomach empty.  “Are you okay?”  h was holding my long hair out of my face while I sat on the cold tile floor,  tears streaming down my face.

“I don’t know.”  I said reaching for the towel hanging on the sink.  “I’m sorry.”  I said turning to look at him after I wiped my mouth clean.

“It’s alright, how long have you been feeling sick for?”  he asked pulling me into his muscular arms.

“It’s just in the morning, I wake up.  Puke.  Then I’m fine.”  I said leaning into his chest which I just realized had no clothing covering it.  I mean he’s sexy but.  Awkward much?

“Ashley, are you pregnant?”  he asked tilting my chin up to look into his eyes.

“I don’t see how?”  I said frowning.  I mean morning sickness obviously is a part of pregnancy but… how could I be pregnant.  I mean I’ve never had sex… oh wait.  I was raped.  I don’t get how I could be pregnant though?

“Maybe you should go see a doctor.”  He suggested.

“I-I’m scared.”  I whispered.

Louis POV

 

“I-I’m scared.”  Ashley whispered.  I pulled her closer.  I knew she was raped but could she seriously be pregnant?

“I’ll be here for you.  I promise.”  I said into her ear.  And I would.  No matter what.  “Tomorrow we’ll go see a doctor and they can do a test.  How long ago where you, you know?”  I couldn’t bring myself to say it.  Raped; what an awful thing.  I wanted to hurt somebody just thinking about it.

“About three months.”  She frowned “What about my scars?”  she asked. 

“Just wear a long sleeved shirt.”  I said rubbing her arm gently

“The ones on my legs.”  She whispered looking down.

“Your legs?”  I said startled “I thought?”

“That it was just my arms?  It was at first.”  This was the most she had opened up to me since that first day.  The one where I held her as she cried.

“Let me see.” 

“Just… ok.  But don’t be alarmed.  There are lot’s of them.”  She rolled her sweatpants up so I could see her thighs

I gasped.  Not only where there hundreds of scars and some words carved into her legs, they where the skinniest legs I had ever seen.  Ever.  “Oh, love.”  I held her as she cried.  I realized I was still in my boxers and all of my scars where showing.

“Louis.  We have the same scars.”

I looked down at her legs then at mine and sure enough they where the same.  Not almost, or kind of.  They where exactly the same.

Authors Note:  hey Ashletts!  So I updated again!!!!  Yay.  No cheer?  Okay.  I’ll survive.  So you might wonder how I can write about self harm like this.  Well I do it.  No hate please.  It was just a way of coping but I am quitting!  For good. 

 

With love,

Ashley