Believe

Paige- a teenage girl who's a senior in high school. Her parents are abusive and she gets made fun of at school. She seems to think nobody cares about her. Then, Louis comes around. Her and Louis used to be friends, but... they grew apart. Now, he admits that he has feelings for her.

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1. Stop

Paige's POV:

"Hey ugly!" I heard her evil voice call. I knew she was talking to me, because who else would she be talking to?

"Leave me alone." I called back, quickening my pace as I walked down the hall. 

Her and her little clique caught up and surrounded me, forcing me to stop walking. I rolled my eyes and tried to shove my way through. "What do you need?" I questioned, annoyed. 

"Don't get snappy bitch." Chloe muttered, all her 'friends' laughing.

She continued making fun of me until she saw a tear form in my eye. I quickly wiped it away, but she had already seen how much she was hurting me. 

"Oh look the baby's crying." she laughed, before punching my stomach and walking away with her little group. 

I doubled up in pain as they walked away snickering. A teacher walked out of their classroom, not even caring as they sent me an awkward glance before continuing down the hallway like he didn't even see me. 

After about a minute or two, I pulled up the hood of my sweater and started running. I stopped after running about a mile or two. I put my hands on my knees and rested for a minute. I saw Louis' car out of the corner of the road, coming towards me. I didn't want him to see me like this- tear marks down my face and new ones forming rapidly in my eyes- so I continued running. I could run pretty fast, but he (of course) could drive faster, so the first street I came to I turned in and squatted behind a large sign. He continued driving. 

I breathed a sigh of relief and ran the rest of the way home. Right outside my house on the front porch, I wiped my eyes and pulled my hood low over my face so my parents wouldn't notice- not that they ever pay attention to me accept for when they're beating me. 

I walked inside the house, tears still forming in my red eyes. To my relief, neither of them noticed and I sneaked upstairs to my bathroom. I locked the door and pulled up my sweatshirt sleeve. revealing white scars up and down my arm. I pulled my blade out of the cabinet and placed it on my wrist where there weren't any scars that bad. For just a second before I cut, I felt the cold of the blade against my skin and I remembered the first time I cut. Chloe. Chloe. Chloe. It had all been her fault. She always made fun of me and treated me like I was worthless. 

I made the cut across my wrist and all of the pain went away. The only thing I could feel was that drop of blood falling down my arm. I made a couple more cuts, each one deeper than the one before. I rinsed off my wrist until it had mostly stopped. Then I pulled my sleeve down over it. 

I left the bathroom and went into my room, shutting the door behind me. I sighed and grabbed my phone off my desk, putting my earbuds in. I picked a song and placed my phone in my back pocket. I stood facing the wall, my feet spread at shoulder's length. I let the music take over me as I danced around my room, my eyes shut tight. Dancing was my way to calm down. It helped me forget whatever I was upset over. 

As the song ended, I pulled out my earbuds and heard applauding. I quickly spun on my heel to see Louis standing in the doorway. I blushed and he laughed a little. 

"You're really good you know?" He questioned. I just blushed more and looked up at his face for the first time. He gasped, "You've been crying! What's wrong?" in a worried voice. I shook my head as if saying no, but walked towards him. He wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug and I put my hands around his neck, my head resting on his shoulder. I saw my father glaring at me from the top of the stairs. That just made me hold on to him tighter. My father disappeared and I still held on to Louis. He didn't show any signs of letting go of me any time soon either. 

When he did pull away, he held me by my shoulders at arm's length from him. He studied my face, from my slightly red eyes to my lips that held a small fake smile on them. He looked down at my hands and said, "Paige, you're bleeding." 

I moved my hand behind my back and mumbled, "Oh- uh- it's nothing. I-erm- I'm fine." He grabbed my hand anyway and held it in his large one. I tried to move my hand away, but he had a strong grasp on it. He moved my sweatshirt sleeve up with his other hand and he stood shock still when he saw it. 

"L-Louis, I-" I started, but my voice trailed off. He kept looking at my arm, covered in scars and cuts and blood.Then he moved his eyes up to mine, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I stared at my shoes which had become very interesting. He put his hand on my chin, lifting my face off so I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. I saw a tear form in his icy blue orbs and it hurt me to see him cry. "Louis don't cry. Please?" I begged. He wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve, eyes still looking into mine. 

"W-Why?" he choked, his eyes now flickering between my wrists and my eyes. I couldn't say anything, so I just shook my head. I must have looked pretty stupid. 

Louis took one step out of the room, his hand still holding mine. He grabbed a washcloth and got it wet before stepping back in and wiping my wrists off. Then he threw the washcloth away and looked straight at me with a serious look in his eyes. 

"Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again." He said, grinding his teeth together. I didn't respond at all. "Promise me you'll never do that again."He whispered, concern showing in his voice. 

"I-I can't." was all I managed to say.

The next thing I knew, his lips were against mine. I was confused but I kissed him back. He pulled away from me. "Please?" he questioned. 

"I-I... Yes." I stuttered. A huge smile crossed over his lips. He moved our connected hands to his lips and kissed my cuts. "Just stop." he said before walking out. "Hey. I'll pick you up before school." he said and left down the stairs. 

I shut the door and sunk to the floor, a giant smile covering up half of my face.

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