Homepage › Stories › Louis' Girl › Chapter 31

Louis' Girl

Flashbacks

After about 10 minutes of crying on the floor I leaned up against the wall wrapping my arms around my knees to hug myself while still crying. I know I might be overreacting but with my ex I didn't overreact and they way it ended up was horrible. What if Louis ends up the same way- exactly like Eddie.

( italics: flasback normal: present )

"You fucking bitch." he spat. "Eddie I swear-" "Just shut the fuck up." he demanded. I did as I was told.

I pressed my hands harder to my head while I propped my elbows on my knees still in a ball form shape. A couple tears ran down my cheeks as I relived the traumatic experience. A part of me that I didn't want. The part of me that I shielded myself from. But could never get away from because no matter how much I tried it was still a part of me that would never be changed. I resisted the urge to scream while I went back to the terrible place in my mind- one of my biggest scars.

After a while I couldn't take it anymore. "Babe you're drunk." I whispered. "Not drunk enough to not know what I am saying. Everything I say is completely true." His words cut like knives. "What did I do?" I asked looking up at him. "You're just a fucking worthless bitch so shut up." he hollered. I sat there for at least two hours being silent, not daring to speak again. "Go make me something to eat. You could at least be some use." he barked. I nodded my head and I brought him some pasta. He did enjoy it, thank god. I sat back down in the corner waiting for something else. Until he walked over to me and dragged me up by my hair. I put my arms over my face. "I would never hit you." he whispered.

"You lied." I whispered once I was back in reality out of the beginning stage of that relationship. What if Louis is the same way? But he couldn't be. There's no way. Suddenly I couldn't take it no more..I stood up and wobbled while still shaking from crying so much to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. "Well what use are you?" I asked my reflection. "Worthless." I whispered and answered myslef and opened the drawer. Hah...now I was talking to myself.

I pulled out a razor. I haven't done this in so long. It has been a year. I sighed and put the blade up to my skin. One...two...three....I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to slide the sharp blade.

Damnit. I throwed the razor back in and slammed the drawer shut. I sat back down on the floor against the door. The clock read 1:42. It has been about a hour since I've been in here..alone...but I was never wanted or fur-filled. My climax of life is beginning at it's downfall. It was never meant to be. My life is returning to my old and my own reality.