Things Change

Kaelie isn't a normal teenage girl. Her abusive ex, Bronson, left his "mark" on Kaelie so she will always remember him. She's a bulemic, and shes insecure. Her family isn't really around for these things too (told in story) so she struggles. Kaelie believes that shes a no-good fuck-up who doesn't belong. Until, that is, she meets Louis Tomlinson. Louis treats her as if the world doesn't matter, only she matters. Then, Louis introduces her to his friends. In a few turns, theres some issues.. Will Kaelie be able to handle it all? Is Bronson going to return? Will the boys fall for her? Or someone else?


8. Why Didn't You Tell Me Kaelie!!


Kaelies POV


I woke to see I was alone in the bed. I got up, re-did my bun, and went to make breakfast. But as I did I saw an unhappy Louis cooking. "Lou, babe, whats wrong?" I asked, worried. "You didn't tell me," he retorted. "What I- I don't know what your talking about!" I stuttered midstentence. "You didn't tell me about Bronson" he said, turning to look at me. His eyes were puffy, and red from crying. "W-wha? I told you about him yesterday" I said scratching my head in confusion. He looked at my stomach, swiftly, and acted like he didn't. He went back to cooking. I looked at him and my heart skipped a beat- not in the happy way- the panic way. I had 3 beads of sweat on my forehead, so I quickly wiped it away. He wasn't talking about my bruises, right? Right?! "Your whole.. torso! Your bruises and... your rib cage" He said. I looked down and clutched my arms around my torso. "I- my bruises are from--eh-- falling down the stairs" I said. "Your house is single story Kae! Tell me, now" he said. "Fine! Bronson.... he beat me. He'd punch me until I blacked out. After I blacked out, he would wake me up, but kick me endlessly. He called me worthless, useless.. fat. He said that he was the only man who could even put up with me, and my fatself. So... that's when I became bulemic. I barfed up all that I ate, or barely ate at all. He made me believe I was fat." I finished. He looked at me, his mouth in an 'O' shape. "There Louis. There you have it. The story behind such a fuck-up like me." I spat. He ran to me and hugged me. "Lou your foods burning." I said and pushed him to his food. "Youre no fuck-up. Youre not fat. Or useless. Youre walking perfection. How long have those been there?" He asked "2 years... please- dont tell the others. It will ruin me." I whispered. He nodded, and kissed me. Not giving 2 fucks about his burned pancakes.

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