Heart Of Steel

Heart 2

Chapter 2

It was a peaceful Sunday and Louis was up early in the old treehouse in his backyard. Lottie was at one of her friends house down the street, studying for some test. He had to remind himself to be home by eight so that she doesn't get stuck in the house with Vince; whose out somewhere....with him he could be at some whore house or actually at work. Louis let his head fall back against the wall, letting his eyes slip shut. He inhaled deeply, the smell of smoke and burned skin went up his nose, he smiled.

The cigarette in his hand made its way to his thigh again, letting it sink down into his skin. He hissed at first, letting the pain run through his body, loving the feeling it created. He brought the cig away before stubbing it out on the floor. Louis' eyes lifted to the little window, today was a really nice day; blue skies, nothing but sun and singing birds. The whole scene just looked happy, like a good day to go to the park or something.

Louis scoffed though, because the way he was feeling right now was such a contradiction to the outside scenery. His back, stomach, and jaw still hurts from last night, from the beating he got. Vince was drinking again, and thought it'd be nice to use Louis as a fucking punching bag. He remembered Vince walking into his room, while Louis was helping Lottie with her piano. Louis could just tell from the look on the mans face that tonight would be worse than any other night....if that was possible. So he told Lottie to stay in his room and lock the door while he pushed Vince out.

He sighed, his whole body throbbing with pain. Things wouldn't be like this if his mum was still here. He wouldn't be getting hurt by the asshole she married, he wouldn't have to fear for Lottie's safety all the time and he sure as hell wouldn't be sitting here burning his skin and feeling sorry for himself. But let's not get into that last one, it's something Louis doesn't really want to think about right now.

He pulled his jeans back up and stood up, it was probably about time to go over to Zayn's. Walking over he opened the little door and stepped down on the ladder. A cool breeze brushed passed his bare shoulders, shivers racking his body. He quickly made his way inside to find his jacket and beanie; going into his room he found it then made his way to the front door. Just before he got the chance to even open it, Vince came flying in; knocking Louis straight on the floor.

“Shit.” Vince mumbled staggering inside the house. Louis was holding his now busted lip, as he shakily stood up from the floor. “The hell were you doing standing in front of the door like that idiot.” Vince hisses, pushing pass Louis but the younger boy wouldn't take that. He reached forward and shoved the man forward almost making him fall.

“The fuck are you doing already drunk, didn't you have to work today?” Louis seethed. Vince took a step, corner Louis against the door. The boy didn't bat an eye, he wasn't afraid of Vince, not on Sundays. The reason why was because the man was smart and didn't want Louis going to school with any kind of bruises. “What I do in my free time is my damn business.” Vince sneered, pointing a finger in my chest.

“Yeah well when the water gets cut off again because your ass doesn't want to work, it becomes my business.” Louis said back, not flinching at all when Vince raised his hand. Louis looked the man dead in his gray eyes, waiting for something to happen. There's silence for a good minute before he closes his eyes and turns around, walking away to the kitchen. Louis wiped at his lips again, making a face at the sting. “Fucker.” he mumbled under his breath, he snatched up his beanie that had fallen to the floor.

Without another look he turned and walked outside, grabbing his skateboard on the way. Vince was such a fucking asshole, Louis couldn't stand him. The man just got under his skin and he was just so damn infuriating; that's what pisses Louis off the most. Vince had so much power of Louis and the boy hated it. He sighed again and turned the corner, “Almost there.” he muttered to himself. His pocket buzzed telling him that he just got a text; before he could even check who it was, he was knocked of his skateboard.

“Fuck.” Louis cried, falling flat on his back. He groaned feeling his bruised back throb in pain from the impact. Sitting up he looked up to see Nick staring down at him with fist balled up. “Watch where your fucking going Tommo.” he spat. Louis rolled his eyes and got off the ground, dusting off his pants.

“Right cause I was totally in your way Nick.” He muttered. He wasn't in the mood to talk to Nick, or even be round the asshole. His blood was still pumping with anger from running into Vince before leaving the house.

“Trying to start something faggot.” Nick growled. Louis' nose flared at the comment, he was in no way ashamed of who he was. However he had a problem with Nick, or anybody for that matter giving him titles. He knew that he was gay since he was thirteen; kissing the cute curly haired boy that lived across from him all those years ago proved it. Louis flipped up his skateboard, trying to calm himself down.

“Look Nick I'm not trying to start anything with you so could you kindly get the fuck out my way?” Louis asked boldly.

A cold breeze blew by, a whirlwind of leaves blowing pass them. Louis didn't even see it coming, but he sure as hell felt the pain rocketing from his cheek. He spat out some blood before looking back to Nick, who had victorious smirk on his face. Louis tried, and like really tried to not boil over. But the look on Nicks face reminded him of Vince and he wasn't going to stand around to be someone else punching bag....again.

So he punched back.




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