Roses and Daggers

Chapter 23

Louis's pov

I felt my face heat up as I said those words.

Harry looked at me amused and started laughing.

I noticed a light shade of pink on his cheeks.

I drove and listened to Harry's laughter die down.

Once we arrived to his house, he turned sideways and looked at me in the eyes.

"Thanks for the ride." He smiles.

I nod and smile.

He leans closer to me so that our lips are almost touching. My eyes widen and I hear him chuckle. My heart started beating faster and it was getting harder for me to breath. Cliche I know, but I could also feel butterflies in my stomach.

"I can never get mad at you." He whispers huskily in my ear.

I couldn't move. I'm pretty sure that he can hear my heartbeat pounding against my chest.

"I'll see ya tomorrow Lou." He says hoping out of the car and going inside, leaving me still in place.

I quickly recover and pull out of the driveway.

I drive in silence.

When I finally arrived to my house, I parked and got off my car. I see my sperm of a father's old ass truck parked infront of the house.

I take my keys out and unlock the door.

I go inside my house and my father welcomes me with a punch in the face.

What a beautiful welcoming.

I stumble back and he takes the chance to tackle me down.

Great now I have a fat ass on top of me. What could be worse? Oh right, he starts punching me.

After his little act was done, he got his ass off me, finally.

"You worthless bitch. No wonder you have no friends. Who would want to befriend a fucking piece of shit like yourself?" He spat.

After his useless speech, he kicked me in the stomach and walked away with his hands in his pockets.

I tried to get up, failing at first but got up in the second try.

I went upstairs and slammed the door to my room.

I couldn't stop the tears from running down my face.

My dad has made it his lifetime job to make me feel miserable about myself.
He called me fat, ugly, worthless, and other types of names.

I go to the bathroom and lock myself inside. I open the cabinet to find something that I was looking for. I spot the shiny, black colored object.

I take it out and examine it, my hand shaking. This blade had many memories with me. Not good ones of course.

I uncover it to see the silver shiny blade. I put my shirt up. I see my scars, they're all healed. Years and years of cutting, then I finally stopped, only to go back because of some shit that brings me down. Its not worth it but the desire to cut is stronger. My shaky hand puts it close to my stomach. I close my eyes and wait for the cold blade to make contact with my skin. I drag the blade harshly across my bare stomach. The stinginess came and I shut my eyes even tighter. I cleaned my blade and the fresh cut. I put a band-aid on the cut. I put my shirt down and walked infront of the mirror, only to lift my shirt up and look at the scars. I stared at myself. How could I be so stupid? Of course it's because I'm Louis fucking dumb-as-shit Tomlinson. I can't believe that I had come back to this living hell. When I cut, I feel this sensation of satisfaction. All the pain is gone and I feel alive.

I put my shirt back down and put the blade back on the cabinet.

I walk out of the bathroom and jump in my bed. I have loads of homework but fuck that shit. It's not like it's important anyways.

I close my eyes and fall into slumber.

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This chapter was depressing
To write but I liked it.

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