The Rich and Poor 》 l.t Book 1 ✅

Chapter Seven

-Isabella's POV-

It had been two weeks and this was my last day with Louis. I didn't want to be here when his parents came home, I mean what's he supposed to say about me? 'Oh I found this poor girl on the bus stop now we're sort of dating' yeah I don't think that's what he should say, I could handle him not knowing me for a while.

I was sitting on Louis bed while he was looking for something to wear, I had put the clothes that I first wore here on and now I was waiting for Louis to get changed.

"Are you sure that you don't just want to stay here, I can lie" Louis said. 

"No, you need to go to school and act normal. Anyway I'll be fine"

"I don't want to see you hurt again." he said quietly placing his hand on my cheek. 

"I'll be fine" 

He nodded but I could tell he wasn't happy. He found his clothes, about time, and got changed in his bathroom. When he came back he took me to his car and drove me to the bus stop once again. 

"How are we going to see each other again?" he asked me. 

"Meet me here on Saturday about five." I smiled then kissed his cheek before climbing out we waved then he took off.

I started my journey to my house where I knew my dad would be furious at me and probably nearly kill me, literally. I was going through things in my head about what to say and do but I don't think  anything could compare me for what will happen when I walk through the door to the place I call hell rather then home. 

I walked inside my house and braced myself. I couldn't see my dad but that meant nothing. I wandered the house then without any warning someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me to them then slammed me against the wall. My back started faintly hurting and I was scared. My dad stood in front of me and was really close to me. I could smell the alcohol coming out in his breath and I knew he was a lot worse when he was drunk. 

"Where the fuck were you?" he spat. 

"I-I-I needed time away" I said.

"What's wrong with it here? Not good enough for you?"

"No it's great, I just wanted a different scenery" 

"What kind of different?"

"Just different" right now I was scared. 

"You need to tell me when you leave." he said. I started relaxing when I thought he'd calmed down but I was wrong. "If you ever do that again you will be in a world of pain" he threatened before punching me hard in my stomach. 

He'd hit me so hard I thought I'd be sick. I fell to the ground unable to move, I was crying and holding my stomach. My dad hadn't moved and I thought something else would happen.

"You're just a little slut. You were probably out fucking some guy." he spat and kicked me. How can his mood change so quick?

He walked off and pulled a beer out of the fridge and stumbled into the living room. Louis was right I should've just stayed with him. But I couldn't do that, his parents wouldn't allow it and what's the point he's got school in two days and I would be alone anyway. 

I stayed on the floor in the kitchen for nearly an hour. That's how long it took before I had enough strength to move. I picked myself up and walked to my room hunched over. 

Luckily my room was still in tact. I sat on my bed, feeling better that I wasn't standing, and looked under my pillow for my art book. I was happy to see it was still there, this was my one true posession.