The Runaway

Explanation

/Brooklyn's pov/

He looked at me and his eyes widened and jumped a little smiling like a little kid. Why is he so excited? I should be the one freaking out and jumping its louis tomlinson for god sakes. He squealed silently, shut the door quietly and pulled a chair up next to me and stared at me. "Hello love! Im so happy Your finally awake as you can tell! I get to meet you!! I'm louis." He said putting out his hand. I looked at him and slowly shook his warm hand, "uhm. Louis. Can I ask why you, the world superstar, is in my hospital room excited to see me shaking my hand and introducing yourself like I don't know who you are?" I smirked. He looked at the ground And laughed and smiled taking his hand away from mine, his smile soon wiping off of his face. His eyes slowly met mine, "do you know why your here, how you got here?" He asked completely serious a hint of sadness in his voice. My emotions went blank, my smile and happiness taken away by the awful memories. Tears brimmed my eyelids, thinking of my father. "Yeah. I do. But, how did I get here?" I asked him.

He stared for a second sympathy clearly in his eyes as he spoke to me.

"Well, me and the boys were driving for a place to eat, and I saw you leaning against the stop sign into a neighborhood, bleeding. I yelled for the driver to stop. And I ran towards you trying to help, but you tried to run away from me, but tripped and was unconscious for about.... 3 hours. When the paramedics came we followed you, we felt awful, and I wanted to get to know you. But most importantly, someone did this to you didn't they? For a while?" He asked his eyes glassy, I nodded slowly, tears escaping my eyes. " can you please tell me about yourself, what happened? You can trust me." He said softly and honestly, as he grabbed my hand trying to comfort me. I sighed wiping my years away with my free hand.

"We'll louis, my name is Brooklyn Williams. Or you can all me Brooke. I have uh. Been abused for.. 10 years. Since my mother and my brother left my father and i. I'm 19. Last night was the worst night of my fathers abuse. He tried to kill me slowly, and painfully. He said he wanted to make me feel the pain I caused him when my mom and brother left us. Calling me these awful names. He would feed me. Three meals a day. But they were just like bread or frozen tv dinners. Stuff like that.yet he still called me a pig, fat, worthless, etc. he freaked out last night because I went into a certain room. And web he came home he beat me with a wooden chair, spit on me, kicked me, cursed at me, stabbed me and left me to die slowly." I said looking at the blanket, tears falling rapidly, remebering ever beating ive ever recieved. Louis was quiet, still holding my hand running his thumb over my knuckles. "That bastard, how could he ever do that. Brooke." He said sternly yet softly enough for me to turn my head and look at him tears streaming down my face, my bottom lip trembling.

"Even though I just met you, I know that you seem like an amazing girl, and never deserved anything he did to you. Your not worthless, everyone was put on this planet for a reason. Your beautiful, no where near fat.you deserve happiness. And is I ever see that man again he will immediately be put in jail. I swear. I will not let him hurt you. Will you trust me on that?" He said sternly not breaking eye contact. I stared at him, his ocean blue eyes staring at me with honesty and truth. "Louis. Come here. I have to tell you a secret." I said. The lump in my throat making it hard to speak, My bottom lip trembling, tears clouding my vision. He looked confused but obeyed and let go of my hand, moving closer to put his ear in front of my mouth. As he did that I quickly pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh" he laughed. And wrapped his arms around me to burying his head into my neck. Rubbing my back, as a sobs escaped my lips, tears pouring out of my eyes. " this is the first hug ive had in a long time, and louis. Noone has never said those things to me ever. You don't even know how much that meant to me. And yes. The answers yes I can trust you." I cried. He squeezed me softly and said

" Good. Cause your living with me."