Forever Alone(Louis Tomlinson)

Forever Alone

"Kendra!Get down here we have a surprise for you!"

I grabbed a washcloth and slowly washed the blood from my forehead.I flinched every time the carpet material of the rag would touch my swollen cut.

I rolled up my sleeves and looked at the scars that lined up from the inside of my elbow down.A small tear slipped and slid down my cheek.I rolled my sleeve back down and walked down the stairs.I was going for my daily beating.Nothing was worse than that.

My father Dan used to he the sweetest nicest man you ever did see.I remember a while back when we used to play football in the backyard.He changed so quickly.He started hanging out with the wrong crowd.I slowly watched him come home every night drunk.I would run and hide.He would always find me and punish me for running.I soon learned the beating would be less painful if I didn't run and just obey his orders.

"Damn you hurry up!" his voice roared up the stairs.

I flinched at his harsh words.I stopped at the top of the stairs and wiped a few stray tears that just so happened to break free.

I took every shaky step with a tear slipping down more and more down my red and puffy face.He just liked to see me suffer.

I reached the last step and was yanked back onto the wall.I looked up to see hard cold dead eyes making contact with my emerald green ones.It was my father.I smelled alcohol in his breathe.

"You should have been faster!!You will be punished for your actions!" he yelled at me as his friends chuckled.

One tiny slip up and I get beaten half to death and left there on the ground.

His arm blocking my airway as his knee gave me one hard breathless blow to the stomach.I showed no pain that would only make him more mad.

"Get up you slut!" he yelled as his blonde friend yanked me back up to face him.

They each gave me cold hard glances.I clenched an unclenched my fists.Anger was rising up in me but if I fought back he would kill me.Kill his own daughter!!

"Just...ple......please get it over with" I choked out.

"Oh honey... we are just getting started .This is going to be the best one yet!" he managed to slur out.

They walked off as I slid my back down down the red brick wall.My shirt getting caught a few times.I brought my knees to my chest and softly cried into them.

After about two minutes I heard the footsteps walking towards me.I don't dare look up.I cried more.

"What did I tell you bitch!!Get up!Dont make me tell you again!" he yelled at me holding his hands behind his back.

I stood up but squeezed as far back against the wall as I could.His friends walked up to me and held my hands behind me.I tried to break loose but it didn't work there grips only tightened taking the circulation from my hands.

"Don't struggle you will only make it worse." the brown haired guy whispered in my ear.

"What are you going to do to me?" I said just softly enough for him to hear.

I looked up from my current head position.He started walking closer.I noticed a glimpse of a sharp point he held behind his back.A knife!

My eyes widened in horror.My father had never used weapons on me before.Just his fists or knees.He is gonna kill me.

"I thought you would like it.Like I said the best one yet!" he snickered.

"Why are you doing this!?" I now yelled as the tears stained my cheeks which was a mistake.

"You will soon find out!" he said walking closer to me as he jabbed the knife into my thigh.I yelped in pain.It only caused him and his friends to snicker more.I felt him twist the knife back in fourth in the hole in my leg.Tears were dripping and creating a puddle on the floor.I screamed this time.

He pulled the knife out and I landed I the floor.

"What did I tell you about sitting down!!!" he yelled at me as I didn't listen and just curled up into a ball and hugged my knees.

His friends kicked me repeatedly in the face and stomach.I flinched with every kick.They soon stopped.It was all over.So I thought.Someone knelt down beside me it was my father.The bloody knife in his hand.With a smirk on his face.

I felt the cold metal being placed on my cheek.My blood being swiped diagonal along it.I opened my eyes to see the knife indenting in my skin.I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the pain.I felt the knife being ripped roughly up and down my cheek.Leaving blood to smear with every stride.I soon felt the knife starting to poke through the inside of my cheek but suddenly stop and pull out.I opened my eyes to see my father stand up and laugh.He grabbed a bottle of beer and drenched me in it.With me still laying on the floor crying.The cold alcohol filled liquid stung on my sliced cheek.I felt the alcohol start to bubble.I placed my cold hand on my cheek.Blood sliding through my fingers.

I sat up hand still on my cheek and looked around.They were gone.I sighed In relief which I soon regretted.The pain hurt every time I sucked in a breath.I felt tears slide down my cheeks more and more.

I scooted back against the wall and brought my knees back to my chest.I slowly removed my hand from my cheek and placed it on my thigh.I removed my jacket and wrapped it around my wound to stop the blood flow.I finished tightening the knot on the jacket sleeves and laid down in the floor.My blood from my cheek creating a huge puddle on the floor which I would soon have to clean up.I laid there lifeless all alone.

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