my little angel // one direction
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Laufend, Zuerst veröffentlicht Jan. 10, 2014
" Don't scream now. " He smirked. He stood me up on my tippy toes in the bathtub and he ties my hands at the top of the shower head. He turned on the video camera and the freezing cold water and walked away, leaving me for a good 2 hours. 

The neighbors heard me scream while we were in The bedroom and they called the police, they found me almost dead, my lips wear a deep shade of blue and my skin was pale. They were all surprise I was alive and my dad got arrested and I got sent to the adoption place.

My name is Parker and welcome to my crappy life

( This story is very graphic and has swear words, rape, and abuse if these are any trigger objects please don't read this story! I'm just giving you a head up )

* I am NOT being abuse or was EVER abuse * it's just for the story's sake
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.