The Rich and Poor 》 l.t Book 1 ✅

Chapter Sixteen

-Isabella's POV-

It's now Sunday, the day I'm going back to my father who will be waiting to beat me near to death. I was an idiot for thinking I could stay here and not have to go back there ever, but I guess that's what happens when you get your hopes up. They come crashing down. 

Thursday consisted of spending whole day in his room again. His parents were still home, planing the trip to Australia, and obviously packing for the month long trip. When Louis came home he packed and I helped him, just so it would get done quicker and we had more time to be together before he left.

Friday, the same thing happened, but lucky for me he snuck me out and we went out for tea. Nothing fancy like a five star restaurant. He just took me to Nandos, which I have never had before, as you would know. We spent a lot of time there, and I couldn't be happier to be out of the house. Unexpectedly, Bri and Harry showed up too, they took a seat with us and we all chatted. Louis informed them on his trip away and they wished him the best. 

Saturday, we just spent in bed. Cuddling each other, it felt nice just to be held close and feel safe like nothing will ever hurt you again. 

And now, Sunday. He stopped at the bus stop where he first found me. I insisted that he did because I didn't want my dad to see him and abuse him too, which would most likely happen. I sat in the passenger seat of the car and looked at the familiar street. It hasn't been that long since I left this place but it all looks so... Different. 

"I'll be back in a month, it'll go quick" Louis said, trying to make me feel better, but really? Go quick? It won't, while he's over there, having a great time, I'll be stuck here, getting abused.

"Yeah" I agreed quietly, not really agreeing with him.

He frowned at my sadness, my head was dropped into my lap, but he picked it up and turned to face him. I will really miss him for this month. 

"If you need to talk at all. Call me" he smiled. I completely forgot that I had a phone now. I don't use it that much, that's only because it's so complicated and frustrating to use. "Maybe text me first. It's a big time difference"

I laughed a little. The last time I will laugh in a month. He leant over and kissed my lips softly. I will miss his lips too. The way they feel so soft against mine, and the kiss in general, delicate and loving, although I wouldn't kissing him like we did Wednesday after he got home from school, the same day he got told he was going to Australia, the same day that people started teasing him about dating me, when they still don't know who I really am.

"I'll text you when I leave and when I land." I nodded and pecked his lips one last time before climbing out of the car and heading off to my hell of a home. 

I had only reached the corner, which wouldn't have even been a hundred meters when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the name that flashed on my screen along with a small envelope. I slid the bar across to unlock it and it opened the message straight away.

I miss you already! :( 

Was what I read. I turned around but he left. I felt happy and sad at the same time. Happy that he loves me enough to say that, but sad because he's going. Okay, I'm a little dramatic here. It's a month, one month. Four weeks, roughly, that can't be that hard.

I texted back that I missed him more then walked the rest of the way back home, dreading every step I took, I can already feel the pain coursing through me. 

I walked in slowly and looked around. Where was he? I think this is the first time I haven't seen him sitting in the living room with a beer waiting for me.