I waited {L.S}

3.2

I sat still in the chair. I was freezing, but if I moved I would regret it more later. Some punishments had layers, and this one seemed never ending. I'd rather be dead. I didn't care what it out anyone else through, I didn't want to be alive to go through this.

He came into the room, motioned for me to stand up. Make him mad. You can't keep doing it, Louis. Stop trying.

I stayed still. He wouldn't care that I needed to be warm to move at the pace he wanted me to, I didn't see a point in even trying to impress him, just for it to turn against me. Moving felt like it would take to much energy anyways.

"Louis, come on." Why was he being gentle? He should have been getting mad. He should have been pissed at me already. I held onto the chair, shaking my head just the tiniest bit. "Louis, now."

I finally barely moved from the chair. My legs didn't want to move, but I had to force them to. I tried to take a step forward, but I fell onto my knees. Then I found myself balling up, trying to get some sense of warmth.

He came and picked me up, setting me down on a bed, then draping a blanket over me. "Kill me," I whispered. "I don't want to-"

"Be quiet," he said over me. "You're not supposed to talk, you know that."

"Maybe I want you made enough you actually kill me," I mumbled. He frowned at me, like he was actually concerned. He took a step closer and I didn't even flinch like I normally did.

"Louis, you're not dying anytime soon," he told me sternly.

"Why can't I be at home? Why can't I be normal? What's so special about me?" I snapped. Tears filled my eyes. "Why can't I be dead? You don't want me dead but you want to hurt me over and over, they never wanted me dead! I just can't win!"

He had me by my throat. "Shut the fuck up. Shut up. You don't know anything."

I tried to kick at him, which made him squeeze harder. Just when I felt like I was about to pass out, he let me go. "Stop trying to piss me off."

"Let me go home!" I yelled. "Kill me or let me leave!"

"You're my son!" He yelled finally. "Your mom took you away from me, hid you away and left me in the dark! No, you don't get to go home and no I won't fucking kill you."

I shook my head. "Stop hurting me." I stayed against the wall and took deep breaths. "I'm going to die if you keep this up."

"You think because you've been away from me for months that things will change. You were with me for years, Louis. Months means nothing."

He motioned for me to lay, and I was getting too tired to fight him. "It took me so long to break you in the first place, and now I have to do it all over again." I sniffled, but didn't move. I wanted to be dead. I didn't want to go through all of this again, but I was going to.

I didn't say anything, making him smile. "Good. There you go. Sleep."

I didn't argue with him and instead and rolled over, letting my eyes shut. I was still freezing, but the blanket was starting to help.

Harry
"What do you mean?!" I yelled, looking at everyone in front of me. "You can't be fucking serious!"

"We are," Kayla said. I snapped my head to her and instantly glared. "What else are we supposed to-"

"Not give up on him after one fucking day!" I screamed. "he didn't want to go. I know he didn't want to go."

"Ken didn't even come close enough for us to see, how did Louis?" Kayla asked with her arms crossed.

I clenched my jaw. "He's on alert for that man every minute of his life. Did he make the smartest decision, no. Did you make a smart decision by even having us out there, no! So don't fucking tell me you're giving up when it's your fault this is happening in the first place."

"Harry-"

"No, fuck you! If you would have let us stay fucking together rather than sending us to different sides of the state, then it wouldn't have fucking happened because-" I cut myself off and walked towards the entry way.

"Harry, where are you going?" My mom asked as I passed her.

"To find him! I fucking love that kid with my whole being, I'm not letting some monster hurt him," I said with a glare sent towards Kayla.

I got a pair of keys and left the house, getting in the car they belonged to. I didn't care if anyone approved, because most of them wouldn't. I had to find Louis.

I didn't know where to look. My mind was on autopilot, and I wasn't going to  stop myself. A while later, something clicked. I should have called someone, I should have told them where I was going, but I knew where he was. I knew where Louis was, and nothing was going to stop me.