My Lost Angel

Chapter 1

I shoot my eyes open to the sound of glass breaking and yelling being heard right after it.  I roll my eyes and rub the palms of my hands into my eyes to get the blur from sleep out of them.  I sit up and stretch my arms above my head and yawn only to fall back down onto my bed.

After about ten minutes of just staring at the wall and playing with my lip piercing, listening to the argument below, I finally find the energy to drag myself out of bed to the bathroom.  I take a shower and dry myself quick.  I look in the mirror and study myself.  I look at my tattoo covering my chest and arms and sigh.  I bring my hand up to my dark brown hair to style it up into a low quiff and put on my favorite black earings.

I walk out of the bathroom after I brush my teeth and put my contacts in, my towel still around my waist, and go to my closet and pull out a pair of black jeans and my favorite red shirt.  I slip my black vans on and grab my backpack and skate board and run down the stairs to slip out the door unnoticed, only to fail miserably when I knock over the vase on the side table with my skate board.

"Louis?!"

Shit.

"Louis get your ass over here right now!"

I roll my eyes and make my way over to the kitchen.

"What?!"

"What was the crashing sound over by the door?"

My step dad is one of the worst people alive, he gets a thrill out of being mean and abusive towards me.  I don't know if it's to show that he has dominance over me or that he is tougher or some shit like that but it really sucks.  Usually he only slaps me across the face if it is small things, like forgetting to do one of my chores, but it can get a lot worse sometimes.

"I was going to walk out the door and my skate board hit that stupid vase in the hallway..."

He walks up real close to me, his eyes angry, his fists clenched, his stance tall, he isn't a small man, he towers over me with a stern look on his face.  But I am not one to back down, from anything.  I look at him straight in the eyes, not flinching or breaking my gaze away from him.  Lets just say, I am quite stubborn, which my step dad does not appreciate.

He brings his hand up and slaps me across the face, hard.  I bring my hand up to my face and squeeze my eyes shut from the sting.

"You are a disgrace to this family, Louis.  You are a pathetic piece of shit that isn't going to go anywhere in life.  I mean look at you, with all your tattoos and piercings, you are never going to get a proper job and you sure as hell are not going to be living here for the rest of life, so get your shit together and get out of my sight."

Wow.  All that from breaking a vase.

I turn away quickly and run out the door, just wanting to get away from him. I hate him. I hate him so fucking much.  But somehow my mother sees something in the guy, even though they have some terrible fights, he finds a way back on her soft side and she forgives him for whatever shit he did.

I wipe the stray tear that has fallen down my face and try to control my breathing, I can't look like this on my first day back to school.  I take a running start, lay my skate board down on the side walk and jump on.

I reach the school yard in about ten minutes.  I kick my skate board up and run up the stairs to this hell called school.  I walk up to my locker and throw my skate board inside and take out the books I need for my classes.

"Hey Tommo."

I turn my head to the side slightly to see the slim, olive toned skin, jet black haired Zayn leaning on the locker right next to mine.