Puppy Dog Eyes

The Past Will Bite

The sun told me good morning trough the white, dove curtains. I look next to me and Louis was there.

Carefree.

Even asleep, he had that enigmatic aura released into the air, and somehow it always seeped trough me. It always mysteriously turned me to smile to myself.

But after everything, it's impossible not to think about my mother.

There was reasons I didn't worry about my father. There was reasons I didn't call my father that morning I cried like a weeping willow.

There was reasons my father... was no father.

Des entered the house quietly. He walked up the stairs with caution, not wanting to wake up the family. Down the hallway, he spotted a little Harry rubbing his eyes with sleep.

"Hi Daddy," Harry hugged his dad in the center, feeling the black bad dig into his small ribs.

"Hi Harry; go to sleep," Des whispered a little bit too harshly.

"But daddy I haven't seen you all day; I missed you," Harry still wrapped around Des, "What's in the bag you have?"

Des froze at that, "Nothing, go to sleep now." He leans down to a Harry and kisses his forehead and pushes him inside his room.

Des sighs and walks into his and Anne's room. Anne is fully awake and siting with her arms-crossed. Let's not forget the 10-year Harry looking trough the little slip the door is open from.

"You're late. Again."

"I know, Anne. They held me back," Des put the bag in his drawer.

Anne was tired, but was about to cry, "Why do you do this?"

Des sighed once again: "Because were in debt and we need the money fast."

Anne puts her head in her hands and just... deflates. "You've been producing and selling drugs to other corp. individuals for the past four years! We have enough money."

Des looked into her eyes: "There's no such thing as enough money."

Harry gasp softly and ran to his room. His daddy made and sell drugs. Drugs were bad. Will his daddy go to jail?

He cried that night and prayed no one heard him.

I sighed at the memory.

I looked at the ring and didn't help to think about my father.

I got up, but didn't make it far with Louis grabbing my arm and pushing me on the bed.

"You woke up," I said, knowing nothing else to say; being under Louis and all.

"Mm. You are too," Louis whispered devilishly. I blush under his gaze.

"I -I'll go make breakfast," I said, without moving a single bone in body.

He laughed softly and furrowed his eyebrows, "You think I'm done with you?"
He starts tickling suddenly and gasp but shake around relentlessly.

He keeps tickling and I endlessly keep kicking my feet around as a defense.

Mornings like these made me forget about other things. And I thank Louis for that.