OKAY I LOVE YOU PEOPLE :) THANK YOU EVERYONE!
***********************************************************************************************
"My step-dad, Louis I wasn't thinking, he's going to find me, he's gonna be pissed" my bodies shaking.
"It's okay, if he comes anywhere near you, just tell me I'll take care of him,mi won't let him lay a ginger on you ever again" his voice is strong, yet gentle, he pulls me to him and rests his head on mine. I feel safe wrapped in his arms. My tears wet his shirt as I flash back to the first time my step dad had abused me.
I was only 8 when it happened. I had just gotten home from school, and I was happier then ever. I skipped to the door and knocked on it since it was locked, which was very unusual. I heard a click and the door swung open. He stood over her, the gun in his hand, my mom laying in a fountain of blood on the floor. I stood there with my mouth hung open and them I rubbed my eyes, making sure this was real life. The look of guilt remained in his eyes for a moment, which turned to terror for another brief second before it was replaced by emptiness he had turned into an emotionless shell. Running past him I throw my backpack at him then grabbed the phone locking myself in my room. I dialed 911 and barely got through when my door was knocked down. Tears where flying around the room as he chased me. He grabbed my tiny waist and took out a belt. He whipped me until I fell asleep, more like passed out from exhaustion. From then on I would live in terror, never knowing if I had the strength to make it to the next day.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, Vanessa, it's okay stop crying love, your safe, it's okay" he rubs my back and his face is completely worried. I'm just so scared, I don't want Louis to be involved either, I don't want him getting hurt. I shake it off and we start to head back to my flat. We get stopped a few times, occasionally getting asked if we're together. Every time Louis just nods and kisses me and I smile to myself, blushing.
"Race you to my flat" I say running away from Louis.
"I'm gonna beat you!" he yells, trying to catch up to me. I throw myself up the steps with ease, tripping at the top. Louis is close behind me, panting loudly. I make it to the apartment and I gold my hands in the air waving them around.
"Hah I win" I say to Louis as he runs towards me. He grabs my waist and pulls me to the ground.
"I let you win" he whispers, holding his lips just above mine. Rolling my eyes I lean in and grab his shirt. We stay there until we're out of breath, I open our flat door and find Jake eating ice cream upside down on the couch.
"Well hola there Jakey" I say, he jumps, realizing I'm home.
"Hi" he says and then places the ice cream back in the fridge. I remind myself to warn him about what I had discovered earlier, and to tell him to be on the look out. Jake takes my hand and twirls me and I laugh, realizing I'm still wearing Louis' coat.
"Come on, let's go to my room" I say to Louis, handing him his jacket.
Skipping to my room I shut the door in Louis' face, and then open it a second later. He's wearing an expression of fake hurt and I smile welcoming him in.
"Why aren't therateny posters of me up?" he jokes, I roll my eyes and pull my computer out from under my bed.
"Oh lemme check twitter! And can we do a twitcam?" he says quickly. I look at him confused.
"What's a twitcam?" I ask and he stares at me surprised.
"You'll see, just hand me the computer" he grabs the computer out of my hands before I can stop him.
"Well hello my lovely fans, I haven't done a twitcam in a while, but anyways hello!" Louis says to the camera. I laugh at him and drop my head into his lap, still laughing.
