Cecelia:

I froze right where I stood and averted my gaze to the ground. But I could feel his burning gaze on me. Slowly I began to walk away down the hall away from this.. guy. Or as I now remembered him as Louis Tomlinson. Shit, I thought, what have I got myself into. Shoving the thoughts to the back of my head it clicked about my next project. I turned and began to walk back.

But Lindley and Louis weren't there. I continued down the corridor and looked through the windows that were in the doors. Until I found Lindley, she was standing in front of a window looking out at the dimly lit playgrund of the elementary school. I sighed and went to open the door to the room when I was pulled back and shoved into someones chest. The grip of the unknown person was strong and around my waist as they held me to them.

Their breath could be felt on the top of my head as I sturggled to get out of their tight grip. But everytime I tried, I failed, and their grip on me tightened on me every time I tried to. A slow and deep chuckle emitted from the back of the persons throught and I felt their chest fall up and down with it. "You can't get away." The voice whispered seductively.

I turned quickly and kneed the person, who I found out was male, where the sun don't shine then took off down the hall. My breath was becoming heavy and by my surroundings I knew I was on the lower level grades of the school. I stopped in a small corner and took deep breaths, trying to keep them as quiet as I could. This shit was scary, and I was in a school! I always thought my worst fears of school would be the school burning up with me trapped inside of it. Damn, I was wrong.

Once I'd figured my breath had evened out, I opened my eyes, which I didn't know were closed at the time and looked around. No one was in sight. I began to slowly walk from the corner clutching my stomach as I did. For some reason I felt weird sensations in my stomach, and I didn't know why.

My body ran into another body as I began to quicken my pace. Well, it was more like the body pinned me up to the lockers. Which it did. I looked up meeting that same devilish smirk and bright blue irises as before. He was truly stunning, I'll give him that, but he scared the shit out of me at this moment, and probably every other moment in the world. I gulped as he pressed his body against mine. His face was only centimeters away from mine and I most likely knew what he was thinking.

That evil smirk disappeared from his face and he just gazed into my eyes. "You shouldn't have done that." He murmured into my hair pressing himself impossibly close to me. I gulped and closed my eyes feeling tears filling. "Open your eyes. I want you to see who owns you." Owns me? He really think he owns me?!

Ah hell naw biatch. "YOU DON'T OWN ME!" I bursted and it echoed through the school halls. My eyes shot up and I glared at him. He took one step back but still help my upper arms in his hands. "I'm not a possession, I'm a human being. You don't own me." I spoke through clenched teeth staring him down.

For a second he looked shocked. Until he pulled me into himself again and lowered his lips to just below my ear. I could feel his cold breath hitting my skin. "Oh but I do." He whispered calmly and kissed just below my ear sending a shiver down my spine. He then slipped his tongue out and began gliding it across my neck. I gasped at his foreward action as he sucked on the sensitive skin. He began harshly biting and sucking my neck for a few seconds before pulling his lips away with a 'pop'. He smiled that same old evil smirk at me again and whispered. "There."

My hand went up to my neck and I winced touching where he'd been biting and sucking. "Oww. . ." I mumbled and closed my eyes tightly.

I felt the same soft lips come in contact with my cheek again before he continued his whispering. "I'm driving you home after school. . we have a profect to do." With that I felt a weight lift off my body and footsteps getting silent, I knew he was leaving me alone.

My eyes shot up and I dashed down the hall to the nearest girls loo and rushed inside. The first place I went was to the mirros and tilted my head to the right. THAT MOTHER FUCKER GAVE ME A DAMN HICKEY!! I put my index finger on it and pushed down slightly. I winced closing my eyes tightly again. It hurt like hell whenever someone touched it, so far the only ones who had touched it were of course him, and me. Thankfully because of my long hair, and by long I mean a little past my shoulders length, I was able to hide it best I could.

After a few minutes of just staring at myself in the mirror I began to let the tears fall slowly. Low, uncontrollable sobs leaving my mouth as crounched down to the floor. My face was shielded off with my hair but I knew people could still easily recognize me.

I think an hour went by that I just stayed in that position. Luckily enough though I'd stopped crying. He's not worth tears, I thought to myself and slowly stood up almost losing my balance twice as I did. I turned and went to head for the door when I saw Lindley leaning against it looking at me. "H. . .Hi. ." I stammered and froze in my spot.

She leaned off the door and took a step closer to me. "Hey." Was her simple reply as she took a few more steps toward my body.

"How long have y. . you. . . b. . . been. . here?" I asked, my voice cracking.

Lindley shoved her shoulders sticking her hands in her pockets. "Basically since five minutes after Louis came to me telling me you ran into the girls loo after he. . ." She trailed off stepping closer to me and slowly moving my hair out of the way of the mark. "Did that." She motioned to it and a few more tears escaped my eyes. Lindley raised her hands and wiped them away but she stayed quiet.

Even though she wiped those tears away more stray ones continued to fall. I didn't like this feeling, the feeling of being someones property, the feeling of being weak, the feeling of being. . actually. . . truth is, I don't know what the last feeling was. It made my stomach turn in knots and made me cry. I honestly was so confused.

Lindley:

She looked broken. Cecelia did. And she most likely was. She had every right to be. With what Louis was doing to her. Usually he'd meet girls at parties and have one night stands with them. But I guess this one was. . well. . different. I don't understand why. Louis never really showed his emotions. He never smiled like a nice person and never laughed genuinely. I lost that Louis along time ago when his best mates 'died'. Only three of them did, I just had to let Louis believe the last one did.

I sighed and laced my arm through hers. She looked up at me through her eyelashes, and tears if I may add, with a blank expression on her face. "He's not always. . . like this. ." I shrugged and started walking out of the bathroom. Cecelia began to do the same.

"What's. . what's out Art p. . project?" She asked and raised an eyebrow at me. I think it was kind of adorable she was stumbling over her words. If it would have been a better reason, other than crying. But it was crying, so the adorableness was gone.

I stopped in my tracks and made her face me. I kept eye contact with her as I spoke. "You. Have. To. Paint. One. Of. Louis'. Tattoos." She looked dumbfounded and all the color in her face drained as I spoke. I sighed and let go of her completely.

Cecelia stumbled back a little bit. "N. . no. . I. . I won't. . do it." Her words came out harshly and she turned around crossing her arms over her chest and I heard a small sniffle.

Luckily, I knew she liked art. "So you won't do an art project? Wow." She slightly looked over her shoulder at me and I smiled warmly. A small sigh left her lips and she turned her head to face the ground while also shaking it. "Don't worry. I'll be there with you." She nodded slowly. "We start after school, at Louis' place."

Her face snapped in my direction and she shook her head furiously. "I'd rather go to mine." She stated and I nodded.

"I'll tell Louis." Right when I said 'tell' the last bell, signalling classes were over for the day, went off. I smiled warmly at her and she wiped her eyes. "Let's go get our stuff, then we'll head to Louis' car." She hesitated but nodded and began to walk down the halls. A few kids gave her weird looks and I glared at each and everyone of them so they stopped.

We were actually walking through the halls quickly, after grabbing her paints and her normal stuff we left. I had already got the paint boards, they were in Louis' car. Which we were currently walking to. But once we were out the school doors, she froze and looked back at me. "I don't know where his car is." She said honestly and I nodded walking in the right direction, she followed me slowly and hesitantly.

When we got to the car Louis had his back to us and was scolding a scared looking boy. He raised his fist and I just stood there. But there was a tud from behind me and before I knew it, Cecelia was running forward yelling at Louis. "Don't hurt the poor boy!" She screeched and Louis immediately turned to us. His fist stuck in mid air and distance of the boys face. The boy now looked relieved.

Cecelia:

"Don't hurt the poot boy!" I yelled at the about-to-punch-a-young-man-in-the-face Louis. Once he heard me he stopped immediately and turned his head around to see me. The boys facial expression was nervous, scared, worried, and yet relieved. I felt the same releif as Louis lowered his fist and unclenched it. "Thank you. . ." I mumbled to Louis walking past him and hugging the guy. Who, by the way, was my brothers friend, Lucas, he was in a lower grade.

"Don't hug him!" Louis growled from behind me pulling me back into his hard chest.

I glared up at him. "Let me go." I demanded and tugged on his arms. He chuckled and I felt his shake his head. "Luke, tell Conner I'll be home late tonight." I stated and Lucas nodded running off faster than I'd ever seen. He looked back a few times with pity and sympathy in his eyes. I stopped looking at him after a few minutes and pulled away from Louis roughtly.

"Time to go." Louis stated and turned to Lindley. "Thanks." He said and she nodded walking away. Wait! What?! Walking away?! She looked back at me just as Louis was turning to get into the mercedes. I saw her mouth 'I'm so sorry I lied' before she disappeared. Leaving me alone, with Louis.

He grabbed my upper arm tightly and walked me over to the passenger side of the car, pushing me in roughly and dumping my paints and bag in my lap before jogging over to his side and getting in. Before I even had the chance to move myself Louis grabbed my hand forcefully and held it in his tightly while starting the car and beginning to drive. I felt like my hand was going numb but Louis didn't seem to care. I was starting to feel like I was in the danger zone. He is the danger zone, I thought and winced as his grip on my hand tightened.