The Punk and the Misfit L.T*COMPLETED*

Punishments and Nightmares (3)

Hillary's POV 

The bell rang and I thanked Mrs Harris for the session. "Anytime, Hillary. If you need me, come and see me" she said. I smiled at her and made my way to my locker, ignoring all the horrible comments that everyone was telling me. "Oh, look, it's the Misfit. Trying to find the perfect hole to die in?" Jacelle said, stepping in front of me with her friends behind her. Olivia and Cally snickered at Jacelle's comment. "Hehe. You think you're so funny, don't you? How is it you can find humour from other people's misery? Oh, yeah. Because you are a wart-nosed demon from the burning pits of hell" I said. "How dare you say that to me!" Jacelle said. "you do have a zit forming on your nose" Cally said. Jacelle glared at the dumb blonde. "But it us hardly noticeable" Olivia said. "Clearly it's obvious because Cally pointed it out!" Jacelle yelled at Olivia. "look, I'd love to stick around and deal with you demons, but I have a free period to enjoy, and last time I checked, you three have history, or maybe you are History" I said and made my way around them. 

I got there as the boys were collecting there things. "hey, hey, hey" I said, jumping onto Niall's back. "Hillary, are you okay? Where did you disappear to?" Liam asked. "Mrs Harris' Office. She's our guidance counsellor" I said. "And your Aunt" Niall said. "Geez, Hillary. Who in your family doesn't work here?" Zayn asked. "well, my grandma is retired, my brother works at a gaming store, my cousin is a babysitter and my uncle is a landscaper in Scotland" I said. "what about your parents?" Harry asked. "you three gave a class to get to. Now go!" Niall said.  "Can we go sit in the stadium in the football field today?" I asked.  

Before Niall could reply, I felt someone pull me off Niall's back. "Excellent idea, Hillary. Why don't I escort you there?" the sarcastic voice of Louis said. I looked to my right to see Louis gripping both my forearms and a really angry look on his face. Shit, Jacelle must've told Louis what happened before. Niall was really mad and tried to pry Josh and another guy off of him so he could get me away from Louis, but was not having much luck. "Take him somewhere private where no one can hear him and… ruff him up a bit" Louis said. Josh and the other guy dragged Niall away, against his fowl language and struggling. 

"Now, Hillary. How many times have I got to teach you this lesson? You hurt Jacelle, I hurt you. I found her crying in the middle of the hallway. Do you know why she was crying, Hillary?" Louis said and he dragged me in the opposite direction Niall went. I wriggled around and tried to get free of Louis' grip. But the more I wriggled, the tighter Louis' grip got. "I asked you a question" Louis said. "You're hurting me" I whimpered. "Answer the Goddamn question. Do you know why Jacelle was crying in the middle of the hallway?" Louis said. Louis let go of one arm to open the door so we could go outside. He reapplied his grip the second we were outside. 

"I don't know! I don't know!" I said, my voice dripping with fear. "You called her a wart-nosed Demon from the burning pits of hell. How dare you call her a demon,  when the only demon in this town is you, Hillary. I'm going to make you hurt so much, you will wish you died too that day!" Louis said as his pace quickened. I saw the back of the stadium and wriggled around even more, trying to get away. Louis' grip tightened. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have bruises there later. "Oh, Hillary, stop struggling! You are only making you punishment worse for yourself" Louis said.  

I bit Louis on his shoulder and he let go of me. I ran, but strong arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me back. "Hillary, you really are stupid, aren't you?" Louis said. he removed my jacket and shirt, then lifted my arm up above my head and tied the leather straps that hung from one of the seats around my wrist. He repeated the action with my other arm. The tips of my toes could just reach the ground. Louis had used the leather straps a while back and never took them down. He uses when he….a god, no.  

I looked Louis straight in the eye with a pleading look. "Please, Louis. I'm sorry. Please don't do this" I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes. "Hillary, you know that I punish those who hurt my sister, yet you torture her with you constant foul words and sharp nails. And besides, I like hurting you" Louis said. He disappeared behind me and I tensed up. I didn't like it when I couldn't see Louis when he hurt me."So many scars, Hillary. You really do hurt my sister a lot" Louis said as I felt something cold on my bare back, tracing over some scars. I gasped as I felt the ache of a fresh cut.