Louis

I slowly exited Ulta and avoided the rest of the families, they probably knew too. I didn't want to show my face anymore as I wonder to the huge doors that the four happy and confused families walked through hours ago. I slowly opened the door and walked into the chilly wind.

I walked to Harry's car and unlocked it with a key I had. I got in the car and field shielded by the tinted windows. I felt protected from this world. I caught my reflection in the mirror of the visor and studied myself.

My hair was an ugly chestnut color while my eyes were a gray toned blue. My lips were chapped and my freckles across my face blended with the small amount of bruises that were showing. I take a napkin from my pocket and whipped my concealer off to show myself what I really was.

The tears continued as I placed my soft fingers on the outskirts of the purple and blue bruises that was on my cheek. I run my hand down my face and two my collar where I pull it down slightly to show bruises across my chest, but a there were beautiful painted hickeys on my collarbone from last night.

I am a flawed canvas. I traced my hands across the marks before my head hung low and I bent down to hold my head in my hands. Those families did not deserve to loose someone over me getting kicked around a little. I should have said nothing and those people would still be alive.

I should have just let Josh beat me to death one day because it is not like my life is worth that much. Those people had jobs. Those people had lives. Those people had loving families that they went home to every single day.

I should be dead, not them.

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