Louis

It was 12:30 when Harry dropped me off at home. I went straight in, and was shocked when I saw everything was in it's place. He still must be asleep.

I walk to the kitchen, and began to put my school books out on the table when I hear him come down the stairs. I begin my algebra as he enters the kitchen.

"Lou, where have you been all night?"

I stayed silent as I wrote my calculations out.

"Lou, where were you."

I still said nothing as he placed a hand on my shirt. I only continued writing the problem.

"Whose clothes are these?"

He spat the question as I stayed silent. He leaned down, and placed his head in the crook of my neck.

"I can smell him on you. Who have you been with, Lou."

I again said nothing. He pulled me out of the chair and too my feet. One hand held me up as he slapped my face over and over again.

"You slept with him, didn't you? You bloody whore deserve this."

I said nothing.

He continued beating me until he dropped me to the floor. He was done for now.

"Hopefully you have learned your lesson."

Then he was gone. I got off of the floor, and started with my algebra again while I thought of a way to cover the new bruises.