Glassy Sky - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 6 - A French Boy

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"Very well." Louis said, shuffling up until he could breathe properly under his corset. "If you really want to know then I'll tell you. For science." he mocked.

"If you tell me everything, from the day you were born to now, then I'll tell you my past." Harry bargained. "Go on."

Louis nodded and looked at the floor. "I was born on the 24th of December between the legs of a high-class prostitute." He stated, and Harry laughed at the manner Louis had said the sentence. "Her name was Kutchel Frei, and she was a German prostitute from a high-class family. She enjoyed sex, and the money was ever so well paying that she took it up as a full time job. She had a family, or sort of one at least. The rich landlord from the East London's High school brought her in to his family in exchange for sex. He fulfilled for her needs and desires, and she would pay that dept. She was happy, and with his protection, she was safe.
However, that Landlord wasn't enough for her desire so she still went out around the town and one day she became pregnant with me. No one knew who the father was and to this day, I still believe no one can tell, but she got fat and then spread her legs and here I am."

Harry smiled and let his head drop in his hand, "You really take everything lightly, don't you?" He said, shaking his head, "Then what?"

"You want to know what happened then?.." Louis smiled and let a sad laugh escape before he went back to his past. "Then, she threw me away." He said, his voice turning lighter. "When I was only five. She was forced to love and take care for me, and she did a good job. She took me to the park and sent me to school where I learned English asides from German, she dressed me and treated me with endless presents. She was my only protection and my best friend but then that dumb-ass leg-spreading bitch betrayed me." Louis closed his eyes and let a long sigh out, "As soon as I turned the legal age for adoption, she threw me out into the cold." He said, "It was the day after my birthday, a tall man with blue eyes and pale skin came to the door. He said he was here to pick me up. I can remember that day so much. My mother just handed me over to him, along with a suitcase of my clothes. He took my hand and she said to me.."

A silence echoed out in the room where Louis' eyes glazed over until Harry coughed. "What did she say?" He asked.

Louis shook his head and swallowed, "I'll see you soon, Alois. I'll come back for you." He dropped his gaze down to the floor and his smile dropped with it. "That's what she said; that she'd come back for me but she never did." He paused for a second, mind replaying her voice in his head before continuing his story. "The door closed behind the stranger holding my hand, and I never saw my mother again.. I got into a car, and the ride took forever but the man stayed by my side. He sat on the opposite side of the carriage and watched over me all the way. I didn't look back, not once; I just kept my eyes on the streets I knew so well until I couldn't recognise the world I once knew.
It was only when I left the carriage that I saw my new home. It was big, like a factory and black smoke evacuated from a wide chimney. It was nicknamed the chimney of nightmares. The man lead me inside, carrying my bag in one hand, and he held my hand in the other. He lead me up the steps that I never walked back down. With every step I took, I believed more and more that I would never see my mother again.
You know, even as young as I was, I could see it: my new home was the Brothel."

Harry opened his mouth, but then he closed it again. No one made a sound, not even the owl who seemed to be listening as much as Harry was.

"You've never been to a Brothel, have you?" Louis asked, already knowing the answer when Harry shook his head. "I haven't." He said, "What is it like?"