Bruises [L.S]

mark (again)

tw// self harm, eating disorders, depression, suicidal thoughts, abuse
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LOUIS' POV:

"i saw mark" i quickly said. harry slowly pulled his head up from my chest. "you what?" angered filled his eyes making them become darker "i swear to god if he hurt you im-"

"haz baby, lemme talk" i hushed him putting his head back on my chest.

*flashback*

harry and i pulled into the parking lot after dropping the other girls off at school. "you go in im gonna have a quick smoke" i told the curly one. he rolled his eyes and ran off to the brick building. i pulled out my cheap pack of cigarettes, i was almost out. "need one to mate?" i looked up to see zayn handing me his lighter.

"thanks lad" i handed him a cigarette while lighting mine. "you come to a realization yet?" he asked me inhaling the tobacco.

"i think so, or at least im close"

"well either you do or dont"

"its just really confusing z"

"im sure it is but even i know the answer"

"you do how?"

"sure i do, along with ireland and liam."

"they even know?" zayn nodded in reply. he then pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of me looking at harry. "the amount of fond in your eyes is insane mate" he took his phone back.

"wow maybe i really do like him them"

"maybe? you definitely do louis. you are practically whipped"

"oi shut it am not"

"are too'

"am-"

"dont fight me on this tomlinson you are so whipped and you know it" he put out his cigarette and headed towards the entrance of the school. i took one last puff of mine and threw it on the ground, got my bag out of my car and followed zayn.

i was just about to walk through the door when someone grabbed my arm and dragged me back out behind the school. "what the fuck dude?" i huffed brushing myself off thats when glass shattered on the pavement.

"where are they?" a voice slurred.

mark.

"where are they?" he slurred again this time with more anger. i looked around to see if there was anyone outside, just my luck first lesson already started so everyone was inside. "what are you doing here?" was all i replied.

"you faggot where are they?" i felt all the memories rush back from when he would constantly beat me. the amount of times glass would cut my face, the blood, how somedays i couldnt even walk because of how many time he kicked me in the stomach. dont even get me started on the amount of bruises i would have.

the last couple of bruises had just finally healed from the previous time he fucked me up. "w-where is who?" i managed to choke out

"my fucking kids" he stepped closer to me, i could taste the alcohol on his breath. "i-i dont- know" i lied.

he cant get anywhere close to the girls, not unless im there and i cant afford being near him anymore. i just cant, im finally starting to feel some what okay again (thanks to harry).

"dont act dumb with me boy" he slap me across the face leaving a burning sting on my cheek. "i told you i-i dont know"

"then why arent they at the house you cunt" i didnt respond on just shut my eyes and thought of her.