Finally Falling

Chapter 44

Sam's POV
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"Shh it's okay Louis, let it out." I whisper as I hold him in my arms. I could feel his tears start to soak my dress and I could feel him shaking. He's been holding everything in for so long. It's like he created a wall to hold back these emotions but now that that wall is broken down, the emotions are flowing out.
"You don't have to tell me about it okay? I'm not going to force you." I whisper as I lift his head up. His eyes were now red and so was his face.
"C-can you g-get me some w-water?" He hiccups and I nod. I get up from the bed and walk towards the door, making sure to shut it lightly. As I make my way down the stairs, Marcel quickly stands up from his seat on the couch. His hair looked as if he had been running his fingers through it a lot, making it look disheveled. I look around and notice that Niall is gone.
"He went to get some pain killers.What happened with Louis? Is he okay."
"He's fine. He just needs some water." I say as I make my way to the kitchen to find a glass. Marcel follows me there and I sigh.
"Sam."
"What?" I snap back once I finally find the cup I was looking for. I then proceed to fill it with water.
"I'll take it to him." Marcel says as he tries to take the glass from me, but I move it away.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"I'm his boyfriend Sam!" He shouts.
"That's the fucking point don't you see that? He loves you too much to see him this way. You'll come in when he's ready." I push past him, making sure not to spill any of the water. I make sure to grab a box of tissues before I make my way up the steps. Once I'm halfway there, Marcel stops me again.
"At least tell me what he told you."
"No, if he wanted you to know then he would tell you. Just give him some time." I pull my arm away and continue to make my way back up to the room that Louis is in. Once I get inside, I realize that he has stopped crying.
"Hey Lou, here's that water." I say softly as I hand him the glass.
"Thanks."
I watch him take a big gulp and notice a purple bruise around his neck. That must've been caused by Michael choking him. He then placed the cup back down on the dresser.
"What did he say?" He asks quietly as he stares out the window.
"He wanted me to tell him what was happening. He has the right to know Louis."
"No! You can tell him but don't tell him about Michael..touching me. It will destroy him. Please." Louis begs.
"We can't just keep this from him. He has to know what's going on. He only wants to help." I say as I sit back down on the bed. Louis sighs and runs his fingers through his hair.
"I'll tell him, I promise I will. Just...not today." I nod my head and Louis brings the glass back to his lips, this time finishing it off.
"Do you want to tell me?" I ask but he shakes his head.

Louis' POV
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"Do you want to tell me?" I ask and I immediately shake my head. I didn't want to remember but the horrifying scene just kept coming back.

"Louis! Louis!" Michael screams. I roll my eyes and make my way downstairs to see what he wanted. Once I'm down there, the smell of alcohol fills my nostrils. Great..he's drunk.
"Yea?" I watch him stumble over to the couch, knocking off the magazines on the coffee table in the process. I sigh and walk over to pick them up, making sure to not bend down so that my ass isn't in his face. I neatly place the magazines back onto the table and I'm about to leave but Michael grabs my arm.
"Stay."
"I have homework to do." I lie. The truth is, I don't want to sit with him. I was thinking about calling Marcel.
"I said stay." His grip on my arm tightens and I wince. I finally sit down so that there is a space between us. It's silent for a while until he speaks.
"You're so pretty Louis." Michael whispers as he brushes some of my hair from my face. I move my head away and he growls. Suddenly he grabs my face and turns it toward his.
"I want you now Louis. I want to fuck your tight little ass." I begin to panic as I feel his other hand travel up my thigh.
"Stop it!" I shout as I try to get away but his grip on me is too tight. His filthy hands run under my black shirt, eventually ripping it open so that my chest is exposed. I continue to kick to get him off but he is bigger and stronger then I am. The look in his eyes are full of lust as he pulls down my pants, leaving me in my tight black boxers.
"Oh yea..." Michael bites his lip and I close my eyes because I don't want to watch him do what he was about to do. Once I feel him kiss my neck, I bring my knee forward and hit him in his groin, causing him to fall off the couch. I quickly get up and run towards my room. Maybe if I can get to my phone, I can call the cops and they can help me.
"Get back here you little shit!" Michael screams, but it only makes me go faster. I can hear him come up the stairs after me but in his drunken state, it's a struggle. Finally, I reach my room just as he is about to make it to the top. I make sure to lock it so that he can't barge in.
"Open the fucking door Louis!" Michael barks from the other side of the door. There is a pounding heard throughout the room but I'm not sure if it's Michael's banging or my rushed heartbeat. I finally find my phone and my fingers quickly dial 911.
"Hello, what is your emergency?"
"I need-"
The door bursts open and I scream as Michael grabs me, making me drop my phone in the process.
"Sir? Sir are you there?"
I'm pinned against the bed and Michael grabs my phone as I squirm underneath him.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding m'am. My son is always trying to play pranks." he glares at me and I gulp.
"Oh okay, have a nice night sir." she replies sweetly.
"You too. Goodbye." My phone is the thrown to the side and I hear a cracking sound.
"Michael please stop.." I beg but he all he does is laugh.
"Stop what? Don't you like this? I thought you liked dick?" He smirks as he begins to unbutton his pants with one hand as the other pins down my wrists. Michael then pulls out his hard on and I can no longer hold back the tears. I begin to fight and shake my head. No..no..no. Please God no...
"Fuck I've been wanting this ass so bad." My body is flipped over and I lay on my stomach as he pulls down my boxers. I feel his hands slap against my ass and I wince.
"Look at me you slut." He then pulls my head back by my hair and I scream.
"Say you want it."
"I don't fucking want it you fucking perv. Get-" my words are cut short as he flips me back onto my back and grabs ahold of my neck.
"I was going to be gentle but now I'm going to wreck that little ass of yours." He growls and I break down as I feel him spit onto his cock after he places a condom on. He then proceeds to push inside of me with such great force that I can't help but let out a scream. It wasn't a scream of pleasure because nothing about this was pleasurable.
"Fuck you're so tight." He continues to thrust into me until he orgasms and I cry through the whole thing. I never thought that this would happen to me.

"Louis!" Sam yells and I snap back to reality.
"Sorry, what is it?"
"I said that you should get some rest. It's been a long day for you."
I nod and kick my shoes off. I never knew that I was tired until Sam mentioned it.
"Do you need anything else?" She ask as she tucks me in.
"No."
She nods and clicks off the light as she makes her way towards the door.
"Sam?"
"Yea?"
"Thank you."
"No problem." She replies. My eyes soon start to weigh down until they finally close, allowing me to drift to sleep.

Marcel's POV
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"You have quiet the shiner there Marcel." Niall sighs as he hands me the pain killers. I place the pills into my mouth and gulp down half a glass of water. I then see Sam coming back down the stairs, but I stay in my seat this time.
"How is he?" Niall asks as she sits down on the couch with a sigh.
"He isn't okay. I decided to let him get some sleep."
"I'm going in there." I say as I stand up from the couch.
"Marcel-" Sam begins but I immediately cut her off because I knew what she was going to say.
"I'm not going to wake him. I'll just check on him before I go to bed."
Niall and Sam looks at each as if they can read each other's minds, which is probably true. Finally, Sam looks at me and nods. I make my way over to the stairs before turning back to look at them.
"Goodnight guys. I'll see you tomorrow." I make my way back up the stairs and sigh. There is no way that I'll be able to sleep after all of this so I just decided to take a shower and watch over Louis. I made my way into the room and see Louis in the fetal position with a pink blanket over him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his hair was longer, causing it to fall in front of his eyes. After I finished my shower, I walked into the room with only a towel around my waist. I remember Niall saying that I could borrow some of his clothes so I made my way to the drawers to find something to wear. Finally, I found a black shirt and blue plaid pajama pants and a clean pair of boxers. The pants were loose on my hips but they'll do for tonight. I slowly got into the bed next to Louis and he automatically turned over and latched onto me, causing me to smile dimples and all.