Finally Falling

Chapter 32

Louis' POV

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Well things have been running smoothly for the past couple days. Eleanor left me alone and hasn't contacted me since Marcel cursed her out. I've never been happier! I was currently at home by myself since Marcel had gone to this funeral with his family. I crossed my legs over the coffee table and shoved a handful of crisps into my mouth.

" Can you get your feet of the table Louis?" Michael asked with a frown.

Oh yea he was here too.

" Nobody is forcing you to be here. You can just leave." I reply as I took another handful.

" Your mother wanted me to house sit so that's what I'm going to do."

" What's up with you and my mom anyway?" I turned and looked at him, ignoring the show that was displaying behind me.

" That's none of your business."

" I think it is my fucking business since she left me here with you."

We stared each other down then a smirk appeared on his lips.

" You really want to know what's going on?"

" Obviously." I reply with an eye roll as I put more crisps in my mouth.

" Well your mom has been bouncing on this dick for about two months now."

I chocked on the food that was in my mouth and began to cough uncontrollably. That's disgusting! I don't want that image in my mind.

I was finally able to control my coughs with a few sips of water.

" Your joking right?"

" Nope. We actually fucked right before she left you here with me."

I need some more water..

I got up with my hands balled up in fists and made my way to the kitchen but of course Michael follows behind me.

" Yea she's a perfect fit not too tight, not too loose...and she sure knows how to suck-" His words were cut short as my fist collided with his jaw. I watched him stumble a few steps back, wiping the blood that oozed out of the cut that had formed on his bottom lip.

" Can you please shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear about how tight my mom's pussy is or how well she can suck dick."

" Yea, she told me your dad couldn't fuck her like I could."

He was doing this all on purpose, just to make me snap and that's exactly what I did. I launched myself at him and tackled him to the floor throwing punches left and right. I didn't care that half of the punches missed his face, I just wanted to cause damage.

Michael suddenly kicked me off of him and I hit the kitchen wall with a thud.

I laid there clutching my stomach, trying my best to get oxygen back into my lungs.

" You really do pack a punch." Michael chuckles as he made his way over to my limp figure. I felt pressure on my neck as he lifted me up high, allowing my feet to dangle and my breathing to become ragged.

" Now let's get something straight other then your sexuality."

I looked at him with wide eyes as I tried to loosen his grip around my neck. How the hell did he know?

" Yes I know your a fag, I saw you kiss this boy with curly hair a few nights ago. So you like it up the ass Lou? You like getting your cock sucked by a guy?" He whispered as he massaged my crotch through my gray sweatpants. I squirmed, trying to get his hand off. I then did the first thing I could think of to get him off of me. I collected a whole bunch of saliva in my mouth and spat it right in his eye. Michael instantly let me go and I took a huge breathe of air as I fell back to the ground.