#hehits

her face lights up, teeth biting down at the side of her bottom lip. [ oh? he didn't say what i think he did, did he? are you fucking hearing this? ] sadie rubs at the back of her neck, her eyes turning away from eliot. hey, she's not gonna 'fumble the bag,' as the kids say. instead, she smiles, fingers twirling the ends of her hair. " -- hey, i think it's my business just as much as it is yours. i mean, i kinda am the other person in that scenario. " she raises a brow, something teasing crossing her features. " i want a smoothie and i really don't wanna go alone. come with me? maybe we can...talk about this? "

more than that, he's become a good friend. he's become-- special to her. sadie isn't sure how special he is, but eliot is no matter what is. his hand is in hers, lips pressing to her hand. the smile sadie gives him is soft, eyes meeting his. " -- thanks for coming with me. i don't know what i'd do if you weren't here. "

" don't laugh at me, " her tone is warning though it's edged with lightness. form behind her back, she reveals a woven bracelet. lips curl into a smile of memories of her childhood, of bracelet weaving and sewing and all the handicrafts befitting a lady she and he sister had spent hours working on. " i made it for you. i felt... that i should. " she admits. loneliness threatened to grasp her with her sister gone, and she needs even childhood crafts to keep her occupied.

From the girl whose always smiling. 

I woke up with a shake and looked at the clock. Fuck. 5:00 P.M. I was taking a nap, and I over-slept. I guess you can say, Louis has a really HORRIBLE temper. He expects dinner on the table when he gets home. I sat up, shaking at the thought of seeing him scream at me. He never hit me, but he screamed at me horribly. "(Y/N) I'm Home!" I heard him shout as he shut the front door. Shit. He's home. I sat there, thinking of what I should do. Should I pretend to be sleeping? Or should I face him? "(Y/N)!" He shouted. "(Y/N) WHERE'S DINNER?! I'M FUCKING STARVING!" He screamed, anger creeping up in his tone. I just sat there, starting to get nervous. "(Y/N)!!!!!" He shrieked. I heard him stomp up the stairs, approaching the room. I quickly lied down and and shut my eyes. I heard open the door harshly and then he stopped. I sighed quietly in relief, thinking he would let me sleep. Wrong. "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS UP!" He screamed at me, punching me in my stomach. He punched me quite Hard, knocking the wind out of me. I opened my eyes and started coughing rather harshly. I rolled over the bed and onto the floor, groaning in pain. I looked up at him in shock as he looked down at me in anger. "I SAID FUCKING GET UP!" He screamed, kicking me in the face. I immediately rolled over on my stomach, feeling a harsh pain on my face. I touched my nose and felt warmth. I looked at my fingers and saw blood. I gasped, looking up at him in anger. I was NOT going to let Louis beat me up. I was not going to be one of those women who get beat everyday. I was not going to be helpless. I got up as quick as I could, standing about 5 feet away from him. "Want me up? You got it." I said before kicking him in the groin. He bent over in pain, groaning. I then kneed his face, making him fall on the floor. He was rolling, groaning and whimpering in pain. "Get up you little prick." I said as I kicked him in the stomach. "(Y/N)...please..." He whispered. "What, babe? Want me to stop? You deserve this. You've screamed at me everyday for the past 2 years. Fuck you Louis Tomlinson. I'm fucking done." I said, kicking him one last time before leaving the house with my things, for good.