bruises || stylinson

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Louis

It has been two weeks since I last saw Harry, mainly because I only went to one day of school this week. That's the only place that I see him and he has no way to contact me so it makes avoiding him much easier.

There was one attempt on his side, but he was quickly silenced by a principal. For once a principal was actually helping me rather than giving me detention or suspending me, it was actually kind of great.

For every lunch one of the principals has to monitor it, so they know all of the usual suspects. The moment that Harry went to talk to me, Mr. Whatever His Name Is intersected us and commented on the fact that I was limping on both ankles and sent me to the nurse.

Normally getting sent to the nurses office sucks, but it was perfect timing in this case, because I didn't have to face Harry. I knew that it would be harder to look him in the eyes than some random stranger.

I know for a fact that me ignoring him hurt him, but he couldn't have come after me. With the principals eyes on me he probably didn't want to draw any more attention to the situation than needed. He's a smart boy, that's why I trusted him.

I don't trust people easily, but I got a vibe from him that everything was going to be okay. It was the moment he invited me over to his table that I knew he was one of the good guys and my opinion stands strong.

Since he's one of the good guys I couldn't bring myself to talk to him, I couldn't say anything to him. Yes I somewhat trust him, but we're not close enough yet so I have to get away from him before he asked any questions.

Now I will admit that the choice I made after that surprised me, because it was very out of character: I actually went to the nurse rather than sneaking out and leaving. I think a small part of me wanted to drive my father crazy, especially because I had the principal telling me I needed to go.

Needless to say, my father is still pretty pissed about that. For once he would have to do something about me rather than letting me rot with the multiple injuries.

I will say that it was so fucking embarrassing going to the nurse. The pity she gave me stung, it was worse than being punched multiple times. I think it was because I didn't trust her and I didn't truly want her to help me out.

After my first fight I pushed her away, because I felt like I was the top dog on campus. I have a feeling that that was part of why she treated me like she did, because she was concerned. Everyone is always concerned but doesn't actually do anything.

She kept that concerned tone when my father came and told him that I needed to see a doctor. On the outside he looked composed, but I could tell that internally he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

That was actually kind of funny, because two of his least favorite things in the entire world were happening at once. Not only did he have to act like an actual parent, but he had to tell the school that he would get me actual medical attention. 

Basically I cornered him to let me get my ankles checked out.

As if he knows that I'm thinking about it, my father screams for me to come see him. This has been our schedule all week, I sleep until he yells for me so he can instill one of his many forms of punishment.

Sometimes I'm being the guinea pig for his new torture devices and other days I got to my personal hell, The Pit. It depends on how he's feeling, the other day he threw in something creative just because he can.

I've found that there's no use arguing with him on the subject manner, he just keeps letting it happen. I know that he is secretly feeding notes to the school saying that I have to say out, he has a guy for that. However I also know that they'll eventually say that I need to come back, thus saving me.