In The Dark

Louis's POV
I jush finished wiping the last bit of pie off my clothes. Now there was smuged cream on me but i didn't care. I walked out of the bathroom and towards the school gates (since the bell just went for dismissal) when i heard Brookes voice
"Kayla, I'm scared. I don't want to go home. And Harry and Louis was asking all those questions, what if they find out?" Find out what?
"It's ok Brooke. If anything happens you are always welcome at my house. Oooohh Ash and Cass could come over and we could have a slumber party" Brooke let out a small chuckle and sniffed. Was she crying?
"Thanks Kayla" she said. I dashed away before they found me eavesdropping on their private convo. I leant against a tree outside the school gates and lit up a smoke. So many questions. Why was Brooke scared? What's wrong with us asking her questions? is she trying to hide things from us and that’s why she doesn't like questions? What are we going to find out? and when we do find out (which i guarantee will happen) will it really be a big deal? or just some little girl secret that they made a huge drama? Arrrggghhhh my head hurts. But i want answers. Then Brooke came out the school gates. She looked at me for a second as if deciding something. Then she turned back to look at the street in the direction of her house and started walking. I threw my smoke on the ground and stomped on it to suffocate the flame before chasing after her.
“Hey Brooke” I said in my most cheery voice. I don’t know why she was upset but I sure as hell known that she might still be upset.
“Hey Louis” she said plainly. Her stare didn’t leave the street ahead. I was happy that she knew my voice without looking at me but hurt that she didn’t want to look at me. We walked in awkward silence for about a minute. You could tell that Brooke either had something important on her mind or just didn’t want to talk. She isn’t a chatterbox she just always finds something to talk to you about and conversation with her is easy. She took a deep breath and let it out as if she were pushing away thoughts in her head.
“So I saw you run out of English today” See what I mean? But shit! I can’t tell her the truth or she will think I am a creep.
“Oh um….I had to go to the toilet and then after that I went to get my English books and then I had a smoke with the boys and by the time I was ready to go back to English it was 10 minutes to bell so I just said screw it”. I started panting since I said all that in one breath really fast. I don’t know if she bought it or not but whatever. She started giggling to herself.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Well…you said you had to go to the toilet and you practically ran out of that classroom…I can only imagine what happened” she giggled. I had to admit it, she was funny. I let out a small chuckle which turned into more. I couldn’t stop. We reached her house and we stood on her front lawn
“Don’t fraternize with her Louis. She is the enemy” someone spat out from behind us. I turned around and saw Harry and the boys (and Perrie)
“Enemy of what? It’s over! You lose!” she spat at him. Harry was turning red from anger. He was about to reply when a man walked out of the house.

Brooke’s POV
I turned around in horror as my uncle strutted out to the house. He had an evil smirk on his face and I was literally shaking with fear. The last time a boy came over was Connor and boy was that beating bad later that night. He called me a slut and such. I ended up going to Kayla’s house and I stayed there for a week before my uncle called Kayla’s mum and demanded I came back or he would call the police. Kayla’s mum cried and cried that night. She kept apologising even though It wasn’t her fault.
“Brooke, who are all these people?” he asked me in the sweetest voice possible. It made me sick. He was just pretending in front of the gang. I glared at him. Harry glared at me before looking at my uncle and saying in his sweet voice.
“We are friends of Brooke. Or rather, ex-friends. You see sir she slept with all of us even Perrie and then dumped us like trash” Harry fake acted sad. I just gaped at him. I shook with fear. Suddenly my uncle’s sweet tone was gone
“Brooke, get inside” he growled, loud enough for everyone to hear. Harry’s face, which was an evil smirk softened just a little.
“But sir, I...it…he…he’s lying” I stuttered trying to get my words out.
“Why do you call your uncle sir?” Louis asked. Great. Thanks for making it worse Louis. My uncle likes me to tell people that he is my father because otherwise people start to ask questions like where my father is. My uncle looked like he was going to murder me.
“You told them? Get inside Brooke.” he said calmly. I looked at the ground, nodding before dashing into the house and waiting in my room. I have learned that locking myself in the bathroom only makes him angrier, he will wait all night for me to come out if he has to. I heard my uncle slam the door and I got ready for the storm. "YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU ARE SUCH A LITTLE BRAT! YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON." My uncle stood before me. I am huddled in a corner trying to get him to stop. CRACK! I get a slap to the face. CRACK! Another blow to my head. “HOW DARE YOU GO AGAINST ME! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYONE. DIDN’T I? DIDN’T I?” I didn’t say anything because I knew from past experience that saying anything to him only makes it worse so I said nothing. CRACK! A punch to my jaw. “ANSWER ME YOU SLUT” he shouted. He punched my stomach and I fell onto the floor coughing, wheezing and trying to stay conscious. He kicked my knee then my ankle and shin. He kicked my face twice then spat on me.
“I AM GOING TO THE BAR. GO TO YOU’RE FUCKING ROOM AND DON’T COME OUT UNTIL THE MORNING YOU BITCH!” he yelled, walking out the door. I went to my room and slammed the door. I slowly changed into my pyjamas. Every inch of me ached. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had bruises on my thighs and ankle. I had a huge bruise on my stomach which was turning black, blue, purple and yellow. I also had a red mark on my face. I also had a small limp. This was a bad beating. One of the worst I have had in a long time. I went to my window to shut my curtains and saw him. Harry. My window which is upstairs faces his window which is also upstairs. There is about a three and a half metre gap between them. He was smirking at me. I flipped him off and pulled the curtains shut.

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