I sat there frozen on my bathroom floor as Louis stood in front of me, staring at me with an expression that I couldn't quite figure out. Yeah he was mad, sad, confused, and shocked. But what did it mean? Did he mean he cared or he just didn't want my parents to get mad that he let me cut while they were gone? Obviously he didn't let me but he wasn't paying attention so knowing them, they would blame it on him.
"How could you do that!?" he yelled at me. Tears starting forming in my eyes and I felt on drip onto my leg. I hate it when people yell at me. For a while my parents were verbally abusive and that's what got me into cutting. I just can't take it when people yell at me.
"Stop yelling at me!" I screamed at him covering my ears and squeezing my eyes shut. There was no more screaming but I kept my hands over my ears. I could feel the blood from my wrists dripping onto me and getting in my hair but I still kept my hands on my ears.
He crouched down in front of me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He made me feel like I was a four year old who has chocolate ice cream all over my face or something. But I let him pull me up from the ground. My legs wobbled from the amount of blood loss. This happens every time though.
He put one hand on my back and one under my knees and scooped me up. I shrieked from not expecting that. Why is he being so nice to me? He has no idea who I am.
Louis carried me down the stairs and sat me on the island in the middle of my kitchen. He put up one finger to tell me to hold on and disappeared. A minute later he came back with a first aid kit. He went through the whole nine yards of wiping the blood, disinfecting the cuts, and then put gauze on both of my wrists.
After he came back from putting away the first aid kit, he smiled at me and I tried to smile back but it seemed like more of a grimace.
"Come on, love. Let's watch a movie," he suggested. I nodded.
"Are you okay with walking on your own?" I nodded again and jumped off of the counter. But my legs gave away underneath me and I tumbled to the floor in a crumpled mess. A gasp escaped his lips but he quickly picked me up bridal style again and carried me into the living room.
"What movie?" he asked setting me on the couch.
"Doesn't matter."
"Scary okay?" I nodded. He put a movie in and came to sit on the other side of the couch.
"Which movie did you pick?"
"The Possession," he informed me. I nodded and gulped. I've never seen this movie but from the commercials it looks really creepy.
A little ways through the movie when the girl was looking in the mirror and the fingers came out of her mouth, I screamed and jumped, landing next to Louis. I cringed into his side and his arms wrapped around me. At this point I didn't really care.
"You didn't tell me you were scared from horror movies," Louis said.
"You seemed excited to watch it so I didn't tell you," I mumbled into his side. He chuckled.
"Do you want to stop it?" I shook my head.
"No, I'm fine right here. Keep watching," I disagreed. His chuckled again and went silent so I assumed he was watching the movie.
There were quite a few times where I would peak out and watch the movie but then something scary would happen again and I would hide into Louis' chest. Each time he would laugh and I would just scowl even though he couldn't see me.
"The movies over, love," Louis mumbled into my hair some time later. I pulled away from Louis and glared at him.
"Thanks so much. Now I'll be having nightmares for the next month," I grumbled. He just laughed again.
