Hopefully they wouldn't be so angry when I got home.
That hope was crushed the second I walked through our brown wooden doors.
"Where the hell have you been?" My dad yelled as soon as I closed the front door.
"With a friend, I sent mum a text." I answered and tried to walk past my so-called father.
"Well, why didn't you come home sooner?" He continued yelling at me, and I was getting tired of his shit, but I still answered him quitely.
"I lost track of time."
"Come here and then you'll remember to never lose track of time again." He said and I knew I had to follow him, it would hurt, but if I didn't follow him, it would hurt a lot more.
I sat on my bathroom floor and washed my bruised body. I was bloody, and it hurt. My face just had one bruise around my eye, the rest was on my stomach. The last sentence he said to me, before I ran up to my room, was "now you'll know to come home at the right time".
I was broken still. Six months had passed, since I had seen him. Six months is a long time, and I could not believe this. He wasn't around more. My love.
The drawer where I had all my cutting devices, had been closed for 18 days, but I felt like it would not be a lot longer. I wanted to cut right now, but I can't. Louis can't see it. I still have scars and a few wounds, but not a lot, though. I have to make it through this.
I felt weak, and I could not lose more blood today. I have to wait.
Suddenly my phone vibrated, I had gotten a text.
From: Louis The Coolest Person In The History Of The World: Yo, what you doing?
To: Louis The CoolestPerson In The History Of The World: Nothing much, thinking about watching something. You?
From: Louis The Coolest Person In The History Of The World: Cool, nah, same I guess. Bored.
To: Louis The Coolest Person In The History Of The World: Yeh, me too. Dunno what to do.
From: Louis The Coolest Person In The History Of The World: Wanna sneak out of the house for a bit?
To: Louis The Coolest Person In The History Of The World: Sure, are you coming here or?
From: Louis The Coolest Person In The History Of The World: Yeah, what's your address?
I gave it to him before I started dressing myself in clean clothes. Wait. Oh no. No no no no. I have to cover up my bruises. I started washing my face, and put on some of the cheap makeup I'd gotten to cover up this shit. After five minutes I almost couldn't see my bruise.
After that I heard something outside, so I looked out the window, and at the bottom Louis was standing. As cute as ever. I waved at him, and put my shoes and jacket on.
I opened my window and crawled out of it, and crawled down the tree branch that was almost protruding into my window.
"Hello, Nialler" Louis smiled at me.
"Hey" I whispered as I walked towards him.
"Shall we go?"
"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
"You'll see" He answered with the cute smirk of his.
We walked for quite a long time, but it felt like a minute, because we talked about everything and nothing. We shared a lot of our lives with each other, I didn't share everything, obviously, but I shared a lot about my feelings, and he about his. I felt closer to him already.
