Inked (Punk Louis)

Tatianna lives a life full of rules and order. To tell you the truth she's sick and tired of it. What happens when she meets a punk by the name of Louis Tomlinson? He's covered in tattoos and piercings. Everyone says he's bad news. But can Tati stay away?


5. What's Not Yours

Fear shot through me as soon as I saw the car parked in the driveway. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. All of the things Harry told me began to replay in my head sending me into a state of panic. I looked at the car then at Ashley in disbelief. She noticed my panic attack but only let out a small laugh. This was funny to her?! Had she known what happened and brought me here on purpose? Was this all a game to her?! There was no way in hell I was staying here to find out. I turned on my heel and began fast walk away from the house before Louis saw me. "Tatianna! Get back here!" Ashley yelled after me demandingly. I ignored her and quickened my pace. I had just reached the bottom of the porch when i heard the door swing open allowing Bring Me The Horizon's unmistakeable music flood the air. "Where do you think you're going darling?" A taunting male voice called after me causing Ashley to laugh slightly. I ignored it once again. All of a sudden I was being lifted into the air and flung over someone's muscular shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" I demanded as I began to struggle for freedom. The mystery git carried me over to the driveway and put me down next to Tomlinson's car. "Well you sure are a fit one aren't you?" he chuckled while he pushed me roughly up against the car. This man looked to old to be Louis however. He seemed to be in his early thirties. He pressed his body onto mine not allowing me to move a single inch no matter how much I struggled. The alchohol on his breath could be smelt from miles away. Disgusted I turned my head the other direction. He chuckled again and put his hand under my chin, forcing me to face him. "I could show you a good time if you'd like." he said pressing his body closer to mine if that was possible. "N-no thanks. Not interested!" I managed to stutter as I tried once more to push him off of me. "Hey! That's enough! Lay of her will ya?!" Ashley shouted as she made her way over to us.The man ignored her and began to move his hand up my uniform skirt and reaching dangerously near my bum. Panicing I tried pushing him off once more unsuccessfully. "I said lay off her!" Ashley said while trying to shove him off of me. The man just slammed into her hard, elbowing her straight in the face and knocking her over. He was so strong it cost him no trouble at all. He didn't even have to lose his grip on me. "Ashley!" I screamed. The man just laughed and kicked her straight in the head before she could get up, knocking her out cold. Tears found their way onto my face as I looked over at her limp body. "Now where were we?" he grinned. By now his hand was under my skirt and had a grip on my bum. "Get off!" I cried helplessly. There was nothing I could do at this point. Harry was right I shouldn't have come. "You heard her! Get the hell off of MY girl before I make you, you prick!" a  tall muscular boy shouted as he walked confidently out of the house and over to the driveway. His girl?! He stared at the man intently. His eyes dark and ominous. "Are you deaf? Get the hell off of my girl. She's mine you dumbfuck." He growled. He stood there with his teeth and fists clenched until the man replied. "Or what?" the man chuckled. Without hesitation the boy threw a punch right at the man, hitting him powerfully in the face. He toppled over and before he could regain his balance, the boy had already sent two other punches in his direction knocking him out cold. He followed him to the floor without remorse and continued to attack him like an animal. I stood there in disbelief as he practically tore the man's face apart to the point where he was unrecognizable. By now I didn't know which of the two were the scariest. They were both monsters. Once he was finished he stood up and stomped on the man's bloody face and spat on it for good measure. "That's what you get for touching what's not yours." He mumbled with a dark smirk on his face.

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