Imperfect Love

Chapter 3

Previously on Imperfect Love-

"Do you need a ride" annie asked.

"Are you sure.?"

"Of course."

"Ok."

We get into the car and she starts to drive off.

"When are your parents coming back?" I ask.

"Oh umm I don't know and don't really care as long as I get a break from being a fucking punching bag."

"You and I both." I murmured. Soon enough we were at the house I house I call hell.

"I'll see you monday?" I asked praying that she won't ditch school.

"Sure" she breaths out.

We've had a lot of problems at school too. even though that was in primary, she's still to afraid to get bullied. I don't blame her though we got bullied bad. Ever since then she's ditched a lot, I'm surprised her parents have never caught her either. But whenever I try to ditch my father somehow finds out and beats me. I don't see why he cares either, It's less he would have to worry about if he didn't.

"Thank you annie it's really not that bad you'll see."

"Ya, well thanks for the ride see you soon."

"Ok, text me as soom as you get to your room, yes.?"

"Yes annie now go get some rest to you need it."

"Ok bye!"

"Bye!"

Now back to the world of sufferin. Why can't he take a vacation away. Oh ya, because he's a dumbass who can't keep a job. None of the light are on in the house are on so i'm assuming he's asleep. I shut the door as quietly as I can and tiptoe up the stairs. The lights suddenly flicker on.

"Finally your home Callie.'

Well isn't this just great.

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Callie's P.O.V

'Oh shit" I think to myself this is not going to be good.

 "Yeah I was just at annies, she wanted to catch up on some things.'

"Annie? Who the hell is Annie.?"

Of course he didn't know who she was why would I even bring her up.

"Yea she is an.... acquaintance."

He stares at me for a moment.

"Is she a bitch like you?."

He really wants me to say something just to give him a reason to hurt me. I really should just keep my mouth shut, so I do.

"Aren't you going to say something.?"

"I have nothing to say."

He stals toward me, and raises his hand to strike I see a moment of him letting his guard down...just a bit. But it's gone as soon as his hand connects with my face.

"You answer me when I ask you a question!!!" His fist connects with my face one again. I see a lmap oout of the corner of my eye. I grab it and hit him in the side of his head and run upstairs to my room.

I lock my door and push my dresser against it. I lay there for a second to catch my breath. Just perfect now I have to use tmore cover up and such to cover the fresh bruises on my face. I would be dead if anybody found out. Literally.

I grab whatever I can and put it in my backpack. Just for a second I feel like I can do it this time. But of course I hear the stairs creaking. I grab the backpack and start climbing out the window. Just then I hear banging on the door.  I don't take any chances I just jump then run for my life.

Louis P.OV.

"HARRY!!!! I'M GOING OUT FOR A WALK LOVE."

I don't wait for him to reply I really just need to go out for some air.

Sometimes you need that little break form your partner. When your 17 a junior in high school and living in an apartment with your boyfriend it can be extra tough. Bills to pay, groceries to buy, just stress on top of stress.

I decided to take a walk in the park. While I was enjoying the scenery and the chill air I stumble across a girl, a beautiful girl if I might say, sitting on the swings. Bruises are covering her arms. I decide to go up to her.

"Hello love" she flinches at the sound of my voice. Just then I catch a glimpse at her face. A bruise is taking up half of it. " Not trying to be rude, but what happened to your face"

"Oh-I-um" she stutters "I fell and ran into a door".

 I know she is lying. But I choose to ignore it. I notice the back pack she has sitting next to her. Somthing tells me she isn't just out here for the fresh air like me.

"If I may be a bit nosy, why do yo uhave a pack with you.?'

Tears start to roll down her cheeks. This girl already has got my heart in her fist. I'm starting to question my sexuality a bit. She is stunning even if she is broken.