Little Louis

Part 2

"You're not a fucking little do you understand me!" Louis Dad yells as he kicks Louis in the ribs once again.

"You will not go into headspace ever again!" He shouts as the hits keep coming.

This happens daily and is one of the reasons Louis ran away, his dad is an awful person and is constantly abusing Louis both physically and emotionally. Louis mother died when he was four and his dad has abused him ever since. It got physical though when Louis classification came back at the age of 12. As soon as his dad found out he was a little all hell broke loose.

Louis has been home for a month since he was found and social services has been around three times to check up on him and his dad. Of course Louis has to act like he's fine, his dad's threatened his life if he tells the truth, and Louis knows he would follow through with that threat.

Louis Dad leaves him on the bedroom floor, bruised, bleeding and in terrible pain. The antibiotics he was supposed to take were poured down the toilet, he wasn't allowed to take them and the pain in Louis side has gotten worse. Louis has been thinking about Doctor Harry and Detective Edward a lot, which he doesn't understand. They made him feel so safe and they smelled amazing, they were so kind and he misses them for some reason.

When Louis hears the front door slam shut he breaths a sigh of relief and the flood gates open, why is his life like this, his dad is so awful and he doesn't understand why he hates Louis so much, hates that he's a little. Louis is so scared to go into headspace around his dad and it's so dangerous to do it while he's alone. Sometimes he can't help it though and will slip every now and then, he's in between right now, his body telling him to slip but his head saying no, he's to scared. Denying his body what it wants and needs can be so dangerous for Louis, especially if he keeps doing it.

When he's got control of himself again, Louis gets up on shaky legs, quickly packs a bag, grabs his beanie and puts it on, grabs his sleeping bag and he heads for the door. He's running again and this time he'll be dammed if he's caught and sent back to his fucked up father.

Louis makes it back to the bridge and to his hideout inside the bushes, no one can see him and he has enough space for his sleeping bag, he feels safe here. It's freezing outside and Louis ratty skinny black jeans and loose grey sweater do nothing to help fight the cold, he curls up under his sleeping bag and tries to get some sleep. He needs to lay low for a few days, get his injuries healing before he works out what he's going to do.

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It's night three, Louis is in and out of sleep wrapped up as best he can be in his sleeping bag, he's so sore but managed to rifle though a rubbish bin at the cafe across the road at lunchtime, he found a bottle of water and half eaten sandwich, it should get him through another few days. He's brought fully out of slumber when he sees a police car, full lights, drive down underneath the bridge. Four officers get out of the car, two in uniform and two in slacks and business shirts and police jackets. Louis instantly recognises detective Edward.

"Okay I want the place completely swept, find him" Edward says.

Louis knows they are looking for him but he doesn't want to be taken back to his dad so he remains quiet.

Twenty minutes later all the officers gather together again.

"No luck boss" one says.

"Fuck" Edward swears,

He looks around and they are all about to leave before Edward spots the edge of a sleeping bag through the bushes.

"Hang on boys" Edward says.

He carefully approaches the bush and moves the branches away, his breath hitches and his body instantly relaxes as he spots Louis curled up, their eyes meet and Edward is so happy he's found Louis.