I'm Used To It.

Chapter 4

After seeing Harry in my house where I get beat and my dunk is here, isn't Ok. "Louis!" I hear my Dad shout. He comes into my room holding a picture and a beer. "Where is Charlotte?" He asked. "Dad Charlotte is living with Aunt Mattie." I tell him. "When did she move with Mattie?" He looked me with bloodshot eyes. "Two weeks after Mum died." I told him. He broke into tears when I said mentioned Mum. "Dad please don't cry." I hugged him. "No.. no I'm a bad father I take out on my 16 year old son who is anorexic. I'm just a bad person." He wept. He isn't bad at all. "No you aren't." I said. "You're right Lou, I'm not." He tried to smile. He then left my room. I picked up the picture he left. It was a photo of Mum, Dad, me, Charlotte, Phoebe, and the twins. I was interrupted by Harry knocking on the door. I dropped the photo. Where's Phoebe?" I asked. "She um went to go get food and stuff." He leaned against the wall. I walked towards my bed and sat down. "So are you gonna telk where you got that bruise." Harry asked. I didn't really want to tell him but the question is gonna keep eating at him. I looked down at my hands. "Well.. a year ago I got accepted at Harvard in America. Mum was happy then two weeks later, Mum had a brain trauma. And then the day of I was supposed to get a tour of Harvard... Mum...Mum.. left us.. then after that.. Dad turned to drinking.. and started blaming me for Mum's death." I cried. "Then you and the jocks started bullying me. I turned to anorexia and stuff. I.." I put my face in my hands and cried. Harry rubbed my back. "I.. I'm sorry I didn't know." He apologized again. I uncovered my face. "It's Ok, I'm used to it 'memeber?" I said trying to smile. I then felt my chin being pulled up. I looked into Harry's green eyes. In the next second he crushed his lips to mine.