Hide and Seek

Chapter 18

*LOUIS' POV*

Falling asleep - or trying to slip under - was not to be accomplished without mass difficulty. The

couch proved to be too dense an object, and the floor was enough to make me nauseous. I couldn't

walk because I didn't want to be reminded by the lower region seasonal pain of what happened.

The violation left my skin dirty, irremovable filth that would never leave no matter how much

soap I put to use. Contamination that drove deeper than just settling on the surface of my skin.

My baby sister was innocently ignorant of all concerning this horror. She dozed like she always

did, adding so many more worries to the weight on my shoulders. She'd ask for Daddy one day,

why she hadn't already was a mystery but I'd still have to be prepared for what was to come. And

there was a lot to look forward to.

*HARRY'S POV*

"I fucking told you not to touch him!" I shove Rupert back five steps by a powerful thrust of my

forearms on his torso.

He stumbles but doesn't fall. "Your claim on him doesn't stand. He didn't consent."

"Because he doesn't understand."

In one stride I completely remove what space he has and trip his foot when he steps back. He is

knocked over flat on the cold tarred ground. He still obtains the audacity to smirk. I'll fucking end

him.

"What do you think I felt like when she took you out of that place? And left me there to rot." He

says.

"I don't fucking care." She was my Mother, and naturally she didn't give a fuck about this waste

of a life. "Is that why you hurt him? Revenge?"

Rupert pats his jeans and tries to stand. Oh fuck no. I drop into a kneeling position over him, my

knees nailing his wrists painfully to the ground and his body rigid beneath my weight.

"You don't get to touch what belongs to me." I hiss hatefully, a livid arm reaching behind me to

the waistband of my jeans for my weapon of choice. "You don't get to touch him."

*LOUIS' POV*

"Please, Louis?" Phoebe pulls mercilessly on my left arm, almost toppling me over completely.

I flinch and retract my hand. If I don't give in she will probably nag me all day. "Fine. You can

stay with Martha, you little traitor."

Martha was a kind woman who gave us free food, in Middleston such an act was mere common

courtesy. I trusted her to look after Phoebe considering she has a niece around my sister's age who

is pleasant enough. I won't be gone that long either.

She bats her eyelashes, frail strands of brown hair that's hardly fully formed. "Will you please

bring me back candy?"

"You abandon me and I should still bring you candy?" I widen my eyes mockingly.

"Aw. Come on, Lou!" She tries to win the case.

"Alright." I kiss her forehead. "Be careful and stay safe."