flatmates 》larry stylinson au ✨

chapter eight

8- Just a lil story.

    I remember it so clearly. It was supposed to be the best day ever. I was turning thirteen. I was finally hitting the teens and I felt so cool. You know the feeling. The feeling of damn, I'm thirteen now. You feel cooler and older than everyone else in your class. The twelve year olds. It was supposed to be happy day in the Tomlinson house. I'd told my mom I just wanted snacks, video games and my friends. But my step dad wanted to have a "father-son day", he said he wanted to bond. Liar.

    He took us to his house. He began glaring at me. "Louis," he'd said, placing a hand on my knee. "I found your diary."

  "It's a journal. Diary's are gay. They're for girls." I had told him trying to look cool and "manly".

     "And apparently you are too." He glared harder and squeezed my knee.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

    "I read it, you're a faggot." His grip on my knee lessened and he rubbed his hand up my leg."Do you know what happens to faggots?" 

    I shook my head slowly as he moved his hand further up placing it on my private area. "They burn in hell." He whispered.

      He didn't say a word after that, he kissed me but I didn't kiss back. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. What was happening?

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     After he was done with me. After he raped me, he took me to a pizza parlor. Really? I was so scared of him after that. I never told my mum until they divorced. He cheated on her, too many times to count and when I told her, she got a restraining order. It's been 5 years since I've seen him and I'm glad but I'm still fucked up. 

He didn't even apologize.

He didn't give a shit.