Roses and Daggers

Chapter 12

Louis's POV

We were sitting there, hugging until my drunken father's voice played on my ears.

Oh, what a beautiful sound. Notice the sarcasm.

"I see that you two are actually making contact." His voice literally made me jump, and Lottie pulled out of the hug.

"Dad." She said in a soft voice almost a whisper.

"Lottie." He smiled.

He walked towards us and pulled me by the collar of my shirt, causing me to get out of my seat.

"Dad!" Lottie attempted to pull my father away from me.

He raised his hand to slap Lottie, she flinched and his eyes widened.

"Lottie, get out of here I don't want to hurt you!" He warned.

"But you want to hurt him? He's your own blood for heaven's sake!" She said with loads of venom in her voice.

"Leave." Dad said, gripping tighter on to me.

"Lottie, it's okay. I'll be fine." I assure her, knowing it will hurt like a bitch.

I gave her a small assuring smile so she could be convinced and could leave. I don't want her seeing this and I don't want my dad to hurt her.

"Enough of you pretending like you give a shit about your brother and go to your damn room!" My father growls.

"I do give a shit!" Lottie practically screams at my dad.

My dad lets go of me and punches me on my stomach causing me to bend down, then he pushed me to the ground and started to kick me.

He stopped.

I looked up and Lottie was standing in between my father and me.

"Lottie.." My father warned.

"I've had enough of you hurting him." Lottie snaps.

My dad grabs Lottie by her arm and drags her out of the kitchen. I can hear her screams and her trying to get out of his grip, but he is much stronger. He drags her upstairs and shuts the door.

I try getting up and go to help her since I don't want her getting hurt.

Once I finally manage to get up, my father comes into the kitchen, he's face was red from anger and he pushes me back down to the floor.

He starts hitting me.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

At this time I can barely feel the pain. I'm just laying here, not being able to defend myself because I know that if I try to at least throw a punch or stick up for myself, that he will only get angrier and hit me harder.

Once he was done he kicked me one last time in my stomach. He bends down to face me.

"You know what? You deserve this. You deserve this because you killed my wife. You fucking bastard. You took her away from me." He says coldly.