Lies {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 1: The New Kid

Louis's POV

"Louis get up!" I heard the familiar banging on my door and pushed the pillow over my ears to block out the noise. The next thing I knew, something cold and wet was being poured over me, and I jumped to my feet in shock.

"What the fuck!" I threw up my arms.

I screamed at my foster dad Mr. Smith, as I saw an empty bucket in his hand dripping with water.

"It's the first day of school, now get dressed and get your arse back downstairs quickly or there will be consequences!" He snarled.

He shoved me backwards on the bed and left. Man I hate that guy. Just a few more months Louis. I tell myself this frequently, but since today is already going horribly it doesn’t help much.

Usually telling myself that would calm me somewhat, but I'm extremely tense because I have to go back to school now and actually interact with people. I shuddered at the thought.

I walked over to my dresser to find something to wear. I decided on a pair of skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that was sort of tight. Then I looked at my reflection in the mirror, wincing as I saw the bruises on my face. I quickly grabbed the makeup from the drawer and started dabbing it on them, trying to hide them.

Okay so it's not the manliest thing to do, but I didn't want people asking questions about my cuts and bruises, so I kept putting on the concealer. It works most of the time, but some bruises are just really bad and covering them up isn't possible.

When I was finished you could only see the one that I had gotten last night for talking back. It was dark purple and right under my bright blue eyes. Great.

I ran a comb through my messy brown hair and ran downstairs to the table. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and started shoving it into my mouth as fast as I could. The quicker I get out of here, the better. Just then a hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up from my chair.

"Listen you twat! If you even think of telling anyone about your home life, I'll shoot you dead and bury you in the backyard! Understand!" Mr. Smith yelled in my face.

I heard Mrs. Smith's icy cold laugh in the background and I swallowed hard answering the way I knew how to.

"Yes sir." I whimpered.

He threw me on the ground and I stood up to finish my breakfast without another word. I wouldn't be so scared of his threats, but I had seen him do things like that to a kid that had lived here once.

I felt bad, because I had to sit there and watch. It was my fault. That's what Mr. Smith said. I had disobeyed and now I was being punished. He had me tied to a chair, so I had to watch as he cut little Johnny in various places and even though Johnny screamed, Mr. Smith wouldn't stop. Then he proceeded to beat Johnny until he was unconscious.

I was only fourteen at the time and I had cried so hard when Johnny went to the hospital and never came back. I never found out what happened to him. I don't know if he was relocated or if...

I shook my head. No it's not the time to think about these awful things. Not now.

I looked around the table at the other kids who had their heads down in their bowls, eating quickly and avoiding eye contact with the Smiths. Something I taught every new kid to do when they came into this house. I kept them safe for the most part, which is how I ended up with most of my injuries. I protected them, and they did what I told them to. I was the oldest here so I felt like it was my duty. This particular group of kids were only here temporarily and would be leaving within the next few days.