Finally Falling

Chapter 43

Marcel's POV
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"On the count of three okay?" Louis says as he brings his hands to my face. His face is illuminated by the small lamp in my bedroom as he stands in between my legs.
"Are you sure you know what your doing Lou?" My question goes unanswered so I grip the sheets in my hand, waiting for him to make a move.
"One.." Snap. I let out a scream and grab my nose as more blood flows out. Louis quickly hands me a towel and I use it to stop the bleeding.
" I thought you said on three?"
"Yea well, you would have chickened out by the time I got there. You can thank me later." He smiles innocently.
Tonight has probably been the most dramatic of my life. Ever since I met Louis, my life has gone from normal to crazy but I wouldn't change it for anything. I drift back to the time when I was only a nerd in his science class who he had to partner up with. We hated each other well..he hated me. But here I am now with a broken nose that is now pretty swollen, sitting next to the boy with beautiful eyes who I've fallen in love with.What would happen if Ms.Ivory never partnered us up? If we never had the same science class?The thought scares me because I can't imagine a life without him.
" What are you thinking?"
His voice brings me back to reality and I bring the now red towel away from my face and replace it with a bag of ice.
"Nothing, just how life was before."
His face forms into a frown. Crap that did not come out the way I intended.
" No, not like that. I'm happy, beyond happy that we are together Lou. I wouldn't trade it for anything." He finally smiles and sits next to me on the edge of my bed and I wrap my arm around him.
"Remember when I broke the baby?" Louis chuckles and a laugh escapes my lips.
"How did that happen anyway?" I ask as I look down at him. He had never told me and I was curious to see what his excuse would be.
"Okay I have a logical reason. I was trying to see if the baby could turn its head all the way around and well..it broke."
"So you basically snapped Tommy's neck?"
"Don't make it sound like I'm a murderer Marcel!" He replies as he throws his hands up in the air dramatically. My laughter is the only thing that can be heard throughout the room and Louis begins to pout. He is so adorably stupid.
"It's not funny.."
Once I can finally breathe, I poke his lower lip.
"Yea it is. You're adorable." I run my thumb over the cut on his lip and he winces.
"Sorry.."
"It's fine." He replies as he starts to walk over to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to pee."I watch him walk out of the room and I let out a sigh. We still haven't talked about what happened back at his house. He never told me that Michael was hurting him and I never saw any marks or scars. After what seems like forever, Louis comes back with a first aid kit.
"We need to talk."
He ignores me and opens the box, pulling out a bandaid and some hydrogen peroxide to clean our cuts.
"Louis."
"No, we don't. I don't want to talk about it." he replies. I can't force him to tell me so I nod.
"Does it hurt?" He asks and I roll my eyes.
"Nah, the feeling's orgasmic."
Louis laughs and I grin. My nose hurts like hell but it was worth it. How could I just stand there while all that was happening to my boo bear.
"I'm sorry it's my fault." Louis says softly. I look up at him with wide eyes and remove the ice from my face.
"Louis this is not your fault, how could you say that?"
Louis then shrugs and I notice a single tear fall from his eye.
"Baby, it's okay you don't have to cry." I coax. I didn't want him to feel bad about what happened today and I could tell that he was really upset.
I wipe away a tear from his bruised cheek and place a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Your face is cold." Louis giggles.
I brought the bag of ice to his face and placed it in his bruised cheek.
"Marcel, your nose is turning purple, I think you need it more then I do."
"I'll just go get another bag okay?" I start to make my way outside my room. As I rummaged through my cabinets for a baggie, I hear the door open and watch my mother step inside. Once she lays her eyes on me, her green eyes go wide.
"Oh my goodness Marcel what happened?!"
She doesn't hesitate to grab my face and I wince when her finger touches my nose.
"Mum I'm fine okay?"
"No you are not, look at you. Who did this to you?" She crosses her arms and glares at me and I try to come up with something to say.
"I got in a fight."
"That's it! I'm sick of your bad behavior lately. It's like your turning into-"
"Marcel..."
We both turn to the stairs to see Louis standing there shyly.
"What is he doing here? I don't want him in my house." My mother yells.
"Mum you don't understand, he can't go back home." I try to explain but she dismisses me and looks at Louis.
"Get out. You've corrupted my boy with all of this bullshit and I don't want you here."
Louis looks at me then at my mother with sad eyes. He nods his head and heads to the door but I quickly stop him.
"If he goes then I go."I lace my fingers with Louis' and I can feel him smiling up at me but my mother's reaction is completely different.
"What are you talking about young man? Go to your room!"
"No mum I love Louis and I'm not going to leave him like this." The room goes silent after my confession. This is not how I imagined my coming out but it had to happen. My mother started walking towards me but I stand my ground with Louis behind me. Suddenly her hand connects with my cheek and I hear Louis gasp. I can still feel the sting from her palm when she looks at me with disappointment in her eyes.
"Let's go Louis." I murmur. He doesn't protest and we make it all the way to the truck in silence. I feel bad for using up all of Archie's gas but I'll fill up the tank when I give it back to him.
"Where are we going to go?" Louis asks and I stay quiet. I didn't really think that far ahead so a place to go didn't cross my mind. I pull out of the driveway of my house and drive along the road with only the sound of the rain being heard. Sam. I can call Sam. As I approach a stoplight, I quickly pull out my phone and dial Sam's number.

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"Are you sure they even want us here?" Louis mumbles with arms crossed to keep himself warm. I shrug my jacket off and hand it to him. Sam had told us to just explain everything when we got there and here we were in front of Niall's house. I knocked on the door and looked down at Louis. His cheeks were stained with tears and his hair was all messy and damp. You could see the cut on his lip and he kept pulling up my jacket collar to cover up the purple bruise around his neck. The burgundy door opened to reveal Sam in a red dress with a white stain on it.
"What were you and Niall up to Sammi?" Louis smirked. Even in the situation that we're in, he still has his sense of humor.
"It's marshmallow, don't be dirty." Sam replies as we walk inside. When Sam finally looks at me, her eyes go wide.
"What the hell happened to your nose?" Before she could touch my face Niall walks into the room.
"How about we all sit down." He suggests and we all agree. Once we get comfortable, all eyes are on Louis but he is just looking down at his lap. Finally, Niall speaks.
"What happened?"

Louis' POV
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"Well...it all started when I was watching tv one day," As I told them the about the first time Michael hit me, they all looked shock.
"When did this all happen?" Sam asked as she quickly wiped away a tear. Why is she crying? This doesn't even affect her.
"About a month ago. I don't know." I shrug. I didn't feel comfortable telling them anything so I kept my mouth shut, even when the asked other questions.
"Louis this is serious. You know that right? Just tell us what's going on." Marcel says and I glare.
"I don't have to say anything okay?! Fuck, just stop cornering me and acting like I'm some charity case! I don't need your pity!" I ran out of the room and up the stairs, making sure to ignore the voice of Sam,Niall, and Marcel that were calling me back. I can't do this, I don't want to do this. I slam the door closed and sat on top of the bed. I don't know what room I'm in but right now, I honestly don't care. Tears stream down my cheeks and I furiously wipe them away. I'm such a coward. I should have stood up for myself. If I did then none of this would have ever happened and Marcel wouldn't get hurt. This was all my fault. Everything. Maybe if I was a better kid and got better grades all this shit wouldn't happen to me.
"Lou.."
I quickly turn my head and see Sam's head poking through. I turn back around and stared at the floor as I hear her approach.
"Don't touch me." I warn. I hear her arm flop back to her side and the bed lowers, signaling that she has sat next to me.
"Louis, I know this has been tough-"
"How the hell would you know huh? You have the fucking perfect life. Your parents love you."
"Louis my parents died. I lived in a foster home for a long time until I met my foster parents."
I suddenly feel bad for yelling at Sam. I never knew that that had happened to her.
"I'm sorry."
"Eh, I don't even remember my old parents. Don't worry about it."
I looked at her and she smiled. I've never really connected with Sam until now.
"Please talk to me Louis. You don't know how much it pains me to see you like this."
I nodded.
"Michael continued to beat me. It used to be once in a while but then it turned into a daily routine."
"Why didn't you run? You could've went with Marcel."
"No, I didn't want to get him involved. He beat me for having Zayn come over to give me back my Xbox controller. Imagine if he actually saw Marcel."
"Obviously he did." Sam sighs.
"It was my fault. I should have kept track of the time." I admit.
"What happened?"
I finally realize that I was crying when Sam asks the question.
"We had just gotten back together. I was just so happy. You know how miserable I've been. We were cuddling when I realized that Michael was going to be home any minute. I grabbed Marcel and pushed him up the stairs and into my room. He was so confused. Then, when Michael came in, he beat me for not getting him his beer. He ended up choking me and Marcel pulled him away and punched him. I couldn't believe it. They started to fight and-"
"Is that how he got his bruised nose?" Sam interrupts and I nod.
"He kicked his ass. You should have seen him. Marcel was throwing punches and by the time it was over, Michael was a bloody mess on the floor. We left and I went to his house to get cleaned up. Marcel's mom came, yelled at him, then Marcel came out of the closet."
"What? How did she react?"
"She slapped him."
"And here we are." I finally finish.
"Question," I nod.
"Has Michael ever you know..touched you sexually?"
Finally, I broke down. I couldn't breathe, I was to busy hiccuping to form words. I could only nod my head.