The Rich and Poor 》 l.t Book 1 ✅

Chapter Ten

-Louis POV-

"Hailey" I called out at the end of the day. She smirked as I approached her and I wanted to slap it off of her.

"Yes?"

"You're not my tutour anymore," I said and walked off. That was easy.

"What? You can't not have a tutor! You suck at everything" she yelled.

"Maybe so, but I don't need you crawling over me every damn lesson when I have a girlfriend"

She looked back at me shocked. Maybe I shouldn't have told her I have a girlfriend, now she'll be trying to find out who it is and when she realises it's not anyone from school it's not going to end well. There's only one  other school here and she knows I would never date anyone at that school. 

"I'll find out who this girl is Tomlinson, don't you worry" she smirked. Shit.

I continued walking just as if I didn't care about what she said and went to my car to go home. Bri said she'd tutor me, just not tonight, she had some plans or something. I was meeting Harry at my house for a training session in my gym. I just pray that my dad doesn't come in and try to take over.

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"I'm exhausted!" I said and I flopped on to the couch.

"Me too. Your dad sure works you hard" Harry said drinking from his water bottle.

"Well if I want to be in the pro's I gotta do the work" I said.

"Do you though? Do you want to be a pro?" He asked me.

Honestly? I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. It seems as though this may be my only career.

"I don't know really" 

He nodded, then his phone rung in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled. It was Bri. He only smiled like that when it was her. It was great to see him happy but it made me sad because I couldn't see Isabella. I couldn't call her either. 

Harry went off for privacy and I sat still on the couch. I need to see her so badly, it hasn't been long at all but I just can't keep the image of her, I need her here with me.

I got up and grabbed my keys I'm going to find her house whether  she wants me to or not.

-Isabella's POV-

"Isabella! Get your lazy arse out of bed and get me my fucking meal" my dad shouted. What a bloody lovely way to  wake up. 

I climbed out of and went to my mirror. The sight was horrible, my face was swollen and bruised. I went to lift up my shirt, still debating if it's a good idea or not, but it was too late, I had lifted up my shirt and saw my stomach was blue and black. Tears fell down my face as I caught hold of the sight. I can't live like this, I just can't. I need to get away from him.

"Isabella" he shouted once again.

"Coming" I said hiding the terror from my voice. 

I made my way to where my dad sat on his lazy arse in front of the TV with his friends, his disgusting friends. One of them who always, and I mean always sexually abuses me. 

I tried to ignore him as I walked past them to make them their lunch, but it was kinda hard when you can feel someone staring at you and I know just who it is.  I bit my lip from saying anything, as much as I want to say something I can't. My dad will yell at me then send me to my room where he'd come up and do things to me, I don't need that, I really don't.

"Hurry up" he spat.

"Yes dad" I said.

I went to our kitchen and grabbed whatever we had and put it all together to make something for them. Looks like I'm going without anything again today.

I brought the meals out to the men sitting in the living room drinking their ice cold beers that were an esky and of course, the abuser grabbed my arse. I wanted to turn around and slap him, but I'm weak, I can't do anything like that. 

I'm broken, damaged and weak. Why does Louis even want me?

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It was probably about five o'clock now and they were still here, laughing and carrying on about whatever it is they talk about.

I was in my room, drawing like I normally do when I can't do anything else. The streets outside were already pretty dark, only lit by the few street lights scatttered through. 

I sighed looking at my drawing, a girl who's sad, who's been beaten, a broken girl. A tear slid down my cheek at the thought of this picture being me. Why did I get put into this life, why did I have to be the one to put up with abuse all the time. 

The dark street brightened suddenly and I wondered what it was. It couldn't be street lights they never get fixed. I got off my bed and looked out the window, a car, there was a car driving down here. They're pretty gutsy if  you ask me. I continued to look, to see who would be stupid enough to drive down here, then I saw the car more clearly. Louis's, why the hell is he down here?  He better not be trying to find me.

He drove past my house and my heart sunk, I needed him, even though he came here when I clearly stated I didn't want him to I need to see him. 

I jumped out my window and started walking up to the slow moving vehicle. The car stopped, obviously he saw me. I took the chance to quickly run up to the passenger side and climb in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I had to see you" he replied.

"Louis... I didn't want to you come and find me,"

"What happened to your face? Did he hit you again?" of course he bloody hit me. 

I started to cry, I didn't want to but I did. Louis's face softened and he made me look at him. 

"I'm sorry. Come stay with me, leave here and you can live with me"

"What about your parents?"

"What do you want to do about them? Let them know we're dating, or not?" he asked.

I would love for them to know we're dating but if they see me like this, beaten and bruised and filthy clothes there's no way they'd approve of him seeing me.

"I don't want them to know" 

"That's fine" he smiled and started to drive off. "How angry will your dad be?" he dared to ask.

"A lot. He'll probably trash my room after a while"

"You'll be safe with me. Trust me" he smiled. 

Once we reached his house there were more cars there and I felt awkward. Who are they and how are we meant to get past them? 

Louis helped me out and lead me to the door, he looked first then took me up to his room quickly. We got in then he locked it. 

 "I went out and I got you some pyjamas." he said as casually as he could, it was cute.

"Thanks" I smiled sitting on his bed.

He came over and joined me on his bed. He sait next to me and held my hand. 

"I'm glad you're here. I can spend more time with you" he said quietly.

"I'm glad too" I smiled.

A/N okay I updated. Doing a schedule again, Thursdays this will be updated but because I'm not going to be home tomorrow (Thursday) I updated now :)