Untamable (Dark Louis Fanfic)

I pressed her up against the wall, holding her legs around my waist. I planted kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. I heard her small moan and a smirk grew on my face. I loved the control I had over her. I walked us over to the bed and I set her down, hovering over her. She looked up at me and fluttered her eyelashes. That one innocent gesture made my control snap, and I crashed my lips against hers. She tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging lightly at the strands. I moaned and moved my hands down her sides, stopping right above the waistband of her sweatpants. My name fell repeatedly from her lips as I tugged down the thick, soft material of her sweatpants. She groaned as I returned my hands to her hips, letting my fingers ghost over her skin. I could see the goosebumps raise under my touch, and a shudder ran through her body. She was mine. All mine, and I loved it more than I should've.


9. Coming Home

I opened my eyes to the sound of my phone going off. I groaned and rolled over, grabbing it and turning it on. I flinched at the bright light, and blinked, trying to adjust my eyes. I realized my mother was calling me, and I quickly pressed the green button to accept the call.

"Where have you been young lady?! Your stepfather and I have been worried sick about you!" My mother's shrill voice shouted through the phone. I scoffed. As if they were really worried about me.

"Oh, you know. Partying, drinking alcohol, doing drugs. Oh yeah, and having tons of sex." I said sarcastically. 

"For your sake, I hope you're joking, young lady! Come home this instant, or-" 

"Or what? You'll ground me? Send me to my room? I'm not a kid anymore, so good luck with that!" I spat. I hung up the phone and let it roll back onto the floor. I groaned and rubbed my face with my hands. 

"So, I'm guessing I have to take you home now?" A raspy voice whispered into my ear. I jumped a bit, and looked over at Louis. I could feel my stomach cartwheel as I took in his appearance. His hair was ruffled and messy, but in a sexy way. His eyes were half open, showing a glimpse of the light blue color of his eyes. He wore his usual smirk, and his morning voice just added to the sexy effect. His t-shirt clung effortlessly to his skin, showing the multiple swirls of ink on his skin, and I could see his prominent collarbones pertruding from underneath his skin. He looked like a God.

"Yeah, even though I really don't want to." I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, sitting up. I felt Louis' arms wrap around my waist and he planted soft kisses on my neck. 

"You don't have to go back," His voice lowered, keeping it's raspy tone. "You can stay here with me." I shuddered as I imagined what he- No. Stop it, Alex. You have to go home.

"As much as the thought thrills me," I said, a bit too sarcastically, "I have to go or my mom will kill me." I shook him off. I got up off the bed and moved around collecting my things. Once I had gathered everything, I made my way to the door. 

"At least let me give you a ride, Alex." Louis voice followed after me. I rolled my eyes. Why was he so persistent? And why with me? My heart won over my brain in the end, and I groaned, turning to him.

"Fine. But don't try anything, alright." I warned. He held up his hands in defense, pouting his lip and making himself look innocent.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked. I laughed, and walked out of the door to his car. I hopped into the passenger seat, and waited for Louis to get in and start the car. When he pulled out of the driveway, I noted the way he looked behind him to check if it was okay to pull out. The way the muscles of his neck tightened as he turned his head, and the look of concentration on his face. I snapped out of my trance-like state as he turned back, and took off towards my house. 

"Alex?" Louis' voice broke the silence that had formed in the car's atmosphere.

"Hm?" I turned to look at him, letting my head rest against the window. 

"Are you scared of me?" The question caught me off guard, and I knitted my eyebrows together in thought. I mean, Louis did have a certain level of intimidation that made me a little uneasy around him. I've seen what he is capable of, and I'm a bit afraid that he could snap on me. But on the other hand, I have a feeling that he wouldn't hurt me. My mind wrestled to form a coherent answer, and Before I could think my mouth formed the word.

"No." I heard Louis' chuckle, and he glanced at me, his smirk growing.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked. I felt his hand move from his lap to my thigh. He slowly moved his hand up my thigh, and my heartbeat went sky high. I gulped and nodded quickly to answer his question. He laughed and put his hand back in his lap. "Good." He sounded relieved. "I would never intentionally hurt you, Alex." Just the addition of the word 'intentionally' gives his sentence a darker meaning.

We pulled into my driveway, and I sighed. I was really dreading facing my mother and stepfather.

"You sure you don't wanna just come back to my place?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head. I had to do this. I had to face them sooner or later, and I would rather it be sooner than later. 

"Thank you for the ride, but I can handle it from here." I gave Louis a small smile, and unlocked the car door, stepping out into the brisk air. I let out a breath, creating a puff of swirling white in front of me. I shut his car door and walked up the front steps. I turned around and gave him one last small wave. He returned the wave, and slowly backed out of my driveway. I took in a deep breath, and opened the door to my house. 

"Alexandria Nicole Sanders!" I flinched at my full name as my mother came into view. She walked straight up to me, and before I could open my mouth to speak, her hand connected with my face. I felt a gasp escape my lips, as I held my cheek and looked up at her. 

"What the hell was that for!?" I shouted, tears brimming in my eyes. My mother narrowed her eyes at me.

"Your stepfather told me about you having that boy over, and the mark on your neck. That's where you were at, weren't you? With him!" She yelled at me, throwing her hands up in the air.

"What? Zac? Nothing happened with him! And I was not with him last night! Zac's in the hospital because Mason kidnapped him and nearly fucking killed him! I was staying with a friend last night, because I had nowhere else to go! I knew something like this would happen if I came back home, so I didn't bother coming back! I guess I was right not to come back here. All you fucking do is judge me and make assumptions on where I am without getting my input and without giving me a chance to fucking explain myself! So I'm sorry if you're upset with me for being scared of you and that piece of shit you call your husband. I bet he didn't tell you that he hit me. Yeah, you can think the best of him, and call him a saint, but he fucking hit me just like you used to, and still do, apparently." By now, tears were streaming down my face. "You said you had changed, and that you would never hit me again. You lied.. You fucking lied.." I whispered, clenching my hands into fists.

I heard my mother's struggle for words, as she shuffled uncomfortably. "Alex.." She sighed, putting her hand on my shoulder. I shook her hand off of me and looked at her with disgust.

"You're just like him." I backed away from my mother, looking at my stepfather as he stepped forwards. I turned towards the door, fumbling with the door handle.

"Sweetie, come on. We can talk about this." My stepfather put his hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me back.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, pulling away from his grasp. More tears slipped down my cheeks as I felt memories of my dad's nickname for me flooded into my mind. I dropped my voice to a low whisper. "And don't call me sweetie." I opened the door and stepped out. I didn't look back at them as I slammed the door as hard as I could, yelling out in frustration. Why did my dad have to be the one to die? Why did I survive and not him? I found myself asking a very familiar question. Why me? 

I walked along the sidewalk to the park. I sat on the swing, and slowly pushed myself back and forth. I remembered my dad bringing me here and pushing me on the swings. He would always tell me stories about his childhood while he pushed me, and I would always listen. 

A rustling noise from behind me broke me of my thoughts. I gasped and quickly got off of the swing, tripping in the process. A scruffy mess of black hair appeared in front of me, forest green eyes wild. I tried to fight back a scream.

"Hello, Doll. Did you miss me?" He grinned evilly. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything began spinning. I fell limp, and the last thing I saw was Mason's face above me, and his voice saying, "Sweet dreams, Alex." Then it all went black.

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