Roses and Daggers

9|Violent Not Protective

|Louis|

Beep.

My alarm wakes me up.

I sit up and stretch my arms. I stand up and make my bed. I've always been messy but recently I've been cleaning my room as a distraction from reality. A distraction from my life.

I head to the bathroom and dramatically splash water on my face to get rid of sleep like in the movies.

It sorta worked.

I brush my teeth and hum along a melody. I've never been into singing but I find it really relaxing.

Next, I head to the mirror and look at my bruises. I had a bruise straight in my right cheek. It didn't hurt but it looked horrible. I'm not a girl so I can't wear make up to cover it up.

I sigh. Out of all the places of my body, he had to aim at my damn face. God damn it. Why me? I'm his own blood. I just don't understand why anyone would do this to a family member.

I exit the bathroom and head to my closet. I decided to wear a black adidas jacket and black skinny jeans along with my vans.

I grab my backpack from the floor and walk out my room. I tiptoe down the stairs and see my sister preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

I never bother to eat breakfast. People say that "it's the most important meal of the day" but fuck it. I'm pretty sure I can survive without eating breakfast.

I quickly get out of that damned house and get into my car.

I drive to school and park in the same spot as yesterday.

I turn off the car and head walk inside the school.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, I look back and see Harold with the biggest smile ever. It quickly disappeared when he saw the bruise in my face.

I turn around so he won't ask questions but it was to late. He stepped infront of me, blocking my way. He grabbed my chin with his hand and slowly tilted my head to the left so he could get a better view of my right bruised cheek.

"Louis? What happened?" His voice low and full of worry.

"Um.. I ran into a pole." I had to look away from his emerald eyes.

"Don't lie." He tilts my head again, making me look into his eyes.

"I'm not. I have to go." I grab his hand away from my face and gently place it to his side. I let go of his hand and with that I leave him in outside alone.

I survive the first half of the day without a single punch in the face. By the time lunch came around, I sat in my usual seat. Alone. Of course, nobody wants to sit with me. Who could blame them? I'm nobody. Literally.

I don't eat. Lunch food is crappy and i'm not hungry. But I bring in an apple or some crisps and a bottle of water just in case.

I sit in silence, watching other people gossip and laugh.

Then in comes Harold and sits down on the chair across from me. Two guys are behind Harold. They look at each other and hesitantly sit down next to Harold.

I recognized them.

It was Neil and Lima.

Who names their kids Neil and Lima?

My name is Louis so I'll stop judging.

"Harry, this is a bad idea." The blonde boy attempts to whisper but fails miserably.

Harry?

Shit. I thought his name was Harold. I should really pay attention to names. Who am I kidding? I don't even care.