Love Sucks (Larry Stylinson) *On Hold:(*

Chapter 2

The day came and went, and it was filled with punches and kicks. I didn't care anymore anyway, so I just shrugged it off.

At the end of the day, I was about to make it to my car but ended up with my face in the dirt. I looked up and saw my worst nightmare. Louis and his gang.

He had an evil smirk on his face, while the other three had hard angry looking faces. Typical, but still scary.

I saw Zayn walk up behind me, he grab my hair and stood me up. He grabbed my arms and held them tightly behind my back.

Then I saw Liam and Niall come up from behind Louis as well, and stood right in front of me. They lifted their arms up and punched me in the stomach and face.

I felt my knees give out from underneath me, but my body stayed up because of Zayns strong hold. Then I felt more punches and kicks hitting me in all places available.

When Liam and Niall finally stopped, Zayn let me fall to the ground. I let a whimper of pain escape my lips.

I heard gravel crunch as they walked back to where they were before. Then I heard another set of feet coming towards me, which probably meant it was Louis' turn.

I felt him grab my hair and pull my head up. I looked up and saw him crouched down next to me. He had an evil smirk on his face and he looked at me with cold eyes.

"How pathetic, can't take a few hits." He spat in a mocking tone. "You're a weak, pathetic fag, Marcel. I don't even see a reason why you're even here, nobody likes you. Why don't you just go home and kill yourself. Do us all a favour and die." His words hurt....a lot.

His laugh filled my ears. The same laugh that haunted my nightmares. The same laugh that I heard day in and day out. And it never failed to send shivers down my spine.

He got up and kicked the side of my bruised stomach, and walked away with the other three right behind.

I took a quick breather before getting up and limping to my car. I opened the door and climbed into the drivers seat. I leaned my head on the steering wheel and thought about what Louis had said.

Was he right?

Of course he was. No one liked me. Maybe I should end it. Life's not worth it anyways. I mean come on I'm not even attractive. I wear khaki pants and sweater vests, nobody likes that.

Plus, he was right about me being weak. I can't kill myself, I can't even flip a fucking page without getting a paper cut. "Weak." I whispered quietly to myself

I lifted up my head and started my car.

"I hate my life." Was the last thing I said before leaving the school parking lot and starting my journey home.