I'm The Badass, I Don't Need You

Chapter Eleven: Mistakes And The Outcomes That Come After It

Annie's Point Of View:

I sat on the bed, showered, changed and spotting a nice cold as I sat on the bed, puffy eyed and red nosed as I held onto the pillow for the life of me, a mistake, the kiss - was a mistake, probably because I'm just an orphan - he wouldn't want to hurt his reputation now, would he?

After all, I'm me... 

And a person like me doesn't get the boy, we're not allowed to have a happy ending. We're just meant to be kicked around and pushed to the ground before we get burned and end up in a loveless marriage, well, that's what I've been told by the teachers and students around me.

Sneezing I looked down at my black, button up shirt and light blue shorts that had a pattern on the right leg, and ripped on the left, and if he thinks I'm a mistake, then let's make him think I'm a mistake. 

Rubbing my nose I got off of the bed and walked over to the chest of draws and opened them, trying to find anything else but new clothes with the tags on them, all my size - even my personal items... the sicko.

Slamming the draws shut I walked over to the window and stared out of it, not really seeing a lot since the rain was pounded against it as if it was it's own personal goal in life to stop me from seeing where I'm being held.

I tried the lock, but it seemed to be nail shut... Louis is going to fucking pay. I'm sick of this shit and I'm sick of everything else. All I want to do is go back to the orphanage and go back to my old life.

Turning I walked over to the chest at the bottom of the bed and yanked the top open, only to stop and stare at the large chest of memories.

Scowling I slammed the lid shut and then walked over to the side tables and opened one o the draws, finding that it was entirely full of cross stitching things and... scissors. I slapped the pair of purple and grey scissors onto the side table surface and shut the draw before I went to the other side and found some pencils, a sketch book and a few books.

One of them had ghost stories in it, one was Romeo and Juliet and the other was The Importance Of Being Earnest.

I slammed the draw shut before I furiously rubbed my eyes because the fact Louis fucking Tomlinson knows all my fucking favorite shit to do when I'm either in bed, not being able to sleep or when I'm bored.

I walked over to the bathroom and found nothing but some soaps, shampoo's, conditioners and other things that went with the whole hygiene and being a female thing.

Sitting on the bathroom floor I shut the bathroom door and leaned against it, and then I put my face in my hands.

Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door and I looked up, pfft, I'm not going to cry anymore because of this jerk.

"Annie? Are you in there?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Harry... the drunk guy you helped up the stairs three days ago"

It's been three days?

"What do you want?" I glared at the sink in front of me.

"I'm here with food and to try to make sure you're okay since Louis kissed you and stuff"

"Why'd he tell you?"

"Because I'm his best friend"

Silence. My heart turns to dust and I feel anger pulse through me, "Best friend? Best friend? I suggest you don't get comfortable, because he'll fucking leave you behind and make sure you fucking suffer" I spat angrily.

"... What did he do to you?"

"He left me behind with a town that hates me, by myself and let my bullies beat me up to when I ended up in Hospital seven times after the for month he left. No call. No postcard. Nothing, now tell me, Louis' new best friend, what makes you so special that he had to leave me behind?"

"I'm sorry, he didn't-"

"Don't try to defend him, what's done is done. And don't try to fucking defend his actions, he should be the one to do that. Now if you're not going to help me get out of this damn apartment and away from the guy who keeps hurting me, then leave... just... leave..." I pushed my fist against my jaw line while I tried to keep myself together.

See, it's a weird thing I use to do that when I was a kid - and I guess it's stayed with me for some reason.

"I'm leaving the food on the chest thing at the bottom of your bed"

I rolled my eyes as I listened to the other side before I hear a door shut, slowly I stood up and opende the door before I stared at the plate of food, quickly looking around the room I hurried over to the plate and snatched the sandwich up and started to stuffed it into my mouth.

Quickly I finished it before I started on the other one and finished that also before I laid leaned on the chest, licking the plate - holy shit I haven't eaten in so long I'm like an animal... or a zombie... I think I'm going stir crazy.

I wonder how long that prick is going to keep me in here? Well, him keeping me in here just lets me just think of a good pay back scheme, an evil one... one that'll make him feel how I felt and make him suffer.

Oh, I am going to make sure this will be good, and I will make sure i'll have my revenge on Louis Tomlinson and make him pay.

Then let's just see who's the mistake then, because it's going to make you re-think your decision and by the time he's realized he made a mistake, i'll be far, far away from him and he'll never see me again.

So get ready Louis Tomlinson, because I'm going all out for this one.