✔️STRONG [L.S]

[12]

{LOUIS POV}

*May 22nd, 2014*

   I sat silently on the couch, shaking, the image's of my dream replaying in my head. It had felt so real...so, so real. I had dreamt that Harry had...raped me again... The word's sent a shudder down my spine, and my fist clutched the blanket tighter. Just the thought made me feel dirty, worthless. But I didn't just feel worthless. No. I knew I was worthless.

   Paul had told me about the lie Mr. Griffiths had told to cover up the....rape..incident. Which I was grateful. I didn't want he whole world to knowing about it. But I knew he didn't do it for me. No, not even close. He probably thought that it would have been 'Bad for our image' somehow. He didn't care about us. In his eye's, we were walking money bag's.

   "Lou." Someone said and placed their hand on my shoulder, effectively snapping me out of my trance. I turned my head to side slowly, coming face to face with Paul. I stared at him for a moment before turning back to wall.

   "Lou, you need to tell us. Who did this to you?" I ignored him, just sitting there, my mind blank. I thought that I heard a phone ringing, then yelling, but I wasn't sure. Suddenly, Paul was standing in front of me. How'd be get here? Oh well..

   "Listen Louis.. I hate to do this to you but.." He trailed off.

   "Paul What's going on?" I heard someone ask. It was uh...what's his name?..Liam? Yea...Liam.

   "Louis, Mr. Griffiths is still making you go out on a date with Eleanor."

   "What?!!!" Before I could even process his word's myself, people were jumping up to their feet's, shouting. I placed my hand's over my ear's, squeezing my eye's shut as I shook my head back and forth.

   "Louis? Are you okay?" A voice trembled. I could still hear shouting, and pressed my hand's tighter against my head.

   "Too loud.." I mumbled.

   "GUY'S SHUT UP!!" The yelling stopped, and I slowly opened my eye's, wrapping my arm's around my knee's. My thumb and index finger picked mindlessly at loose string's blanket.

    "Did you hear what I said Lou?" I heard someone ask. Paul. I looked up at him.

   "Hmm?" I hummed.

   "You have to go out on a date with Eleanor." My eye's widened as word's slowly sunk in. I squeezed my eye's shut, rocking myself back and forth.

   "No no no.." I mumbled quietly, repeatedly.

   "I wish there was something more I could do Louis but you-" My body started to shake and I shook my head furiously.

   "NO!!!" My hand's reached up, gripping fistful of my hair. I pulled furiously.

   "NO NO NO NO!!!!!" They couldn't do this to me!! They couldn't make me!! I would get in trouble!! Harry would hurt me again!! I opened my eye's, glancing up at Paul with blurry vision.

   "Please don't make me.." I whispered, not wanting to relive the pain from the day before. Paul's mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say.

   "He'll hurt me again." I said quietly, more to myself than anyone else.

   "Who Louis? Who's 'He'? Was it who....?" He trailed off, kneeling in front of me.

   "Please don't make me...." I whispered again, trembling, burying myself in the blanket as it would protect me from The world. It was almost like when you were little, when you hid yourself under the cover's, terrified of the monster under your bed grabbing you. In some sense, this was the same thing. Although now, the monster was real, very real. And the blanket couldn't protect you for long. I flinched as a warm hand slid onto my back, rubbing it soothingly. I felt the cushion dip next to me, a warmth seeping through the blanket into my side. I slowly peeked out of the cover's coming face to face with the monster himself. Harry.