True - Louis Tomlinson (Sequel to 30 days with Niall Horan)

13. Feared

Chapter thirteen: feared.

I flew out of the house, my feet pounding against the pavement, baseball bat in hand, pain splitting through me from head to toe,  powering through the air around me, I could see red. Not my blood, I was just so furious he would do such thing, I hoped to God that he locked all the doors in time. I could see his mum on the floor now crying. My heart beat faster and faster I could hear it pounding through my ears like thunder. I just had to get there.

I burst through the broken down door hanging by one hinge to find the boy I loved and cared about, the smiling, laughing boy he used to be, slumped on the floor in a heap, no expression on his face. His nose bleeding down his face.

Smack.

Where was he?

Who did he just hit?

I grabbed the baseball bat, standing up and creeping up the hallway to the kitchen, pans smashing, girls whimpering, babies crying. 1… 2… 3… I burst in, taking in the scene, my father, bigger and scarier than ever, storming around the kitchen yelling and screaming things in some other language,  but then he saw me, his face going even redder. Storming towards me with his hand raised. I swung my bat with all my might, hitting him square in the side of his head knocking him out cold on the floor.

“Call the police.” I demanded running out of the kitchen back out to Lou. Who was still lying lifeless on the floor, his body so limp and I couldn’t see him breathing. In panic I got on my knees next to him, trying to feel for a pulse that just wasn’t there. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. I tried to restart his heart. I held his nose breathing into his lungs, anything to bring my best friend back. The tears streaming down my face. “You can’t leave me now Lou!” I cried, wiping away the tears. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. I repeated this over and over, before hearing the sirens I couldn’t just give up on my best friend.  Blood was getting all over me, I don’t know where it was coming from but his blood was getting everywhere.

The ambulance people came in and ripped me off of Lou, one telling me stuff, but I just couldn’t focus on anything but Lou. I watched them shock him and try to get his heart beating again. Until we heard that beautiful, beautiful, splutter from Lou, he was still alive. I burst into tears again, thanking God that Lou was okay, I never ever wanted to see that again. It was then that I realised that Lou wasn’t just my best friend, I loved him and I couldn’t live without him.

“You saved his life Sydney, if you hadn’t have done what you did he wouldn’t be here today.” Was about all I gathered from what they were saying to me, it was all a blur, I got to ride in the ambulance with Lou, apparently that guy who’s supposedly my father was in jail now, and people kept reassuring me I was safe. Lou’s mum eventually got there, I’m assuming after questioning, ordering to see Lou who was in a critical state from what happened, they didn’t know if he would survive, they kept on using technical terms which I didn’t understand, I just shut myself off.

While Lou’s mum was with him, I looked down at my nails, there was blood all through and under them. I ran down the hall into the bathroom and scrubbed and scrubbed at my nails, like if I scrubbed hard enough I might actually be able to wash away the memories, but they just kept flooding back over and over, back into the darkness, back into the darkness.

When Lou’s mum finally had to go home, I went in to see Lou, who looked as bad as death, with bruises all over him and casts covering 50% of his body, I just burst into tears, I couldn’t bare seeing him like this.

“Please don’t cry Sydney. It’s not your fault, please come here.” He begged almost crying too, I could see his tear building up. “Please Syd.” He choked holding out his free hand. I held his hand, kissing him on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry.” I sobbed into his shoulder, squeezing his hand.

“It’s not your fault, you tried warning me.” The tear started to roll down his cheek, I reached out with my free hand and wiped it off squeezing his hand again. I couldn’t bare to see him like this, I felt horrible, it’s all my fault.

“It’s all my fault.” I cried falling asleep next to Lou on his bed, holding his hand. I later woke up to my mum waking me up, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry about your dad.” She wept, hugging me tight.

“He’s not my dad.” I replied. Nothing hurts more than seeing your mum cry, I see it almost every day. Even now, she blames herself for Lou breaking up with me. It’s not her fault.  Every night, I slept next to Lou’s bed, I couldn’t leave him, I missed school and I read stories to him while he was in hospital to fill time. Then when he finally got out of hospital, we slept at each other’s house every night, sharing the bed, that’s why it was just so normal for us before we started going out. We were just so scared.