-I Don't Know Anymore
By TheCrazyWabbitWhoEatsCarrots
Summary: The twenty-one year old man is sure he's never felt so ashamed and so terrified in his entire life. As the sobs shake his body and tries to gasp in air frantically, he hardly hears the muffled, worried shouts that are coming from outside of his bedroom door.
Warnings: Rape, Boy/Boy, Male Pregnancy.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Direction or any characters in the story that you have heard of. This is purely fiction.
Louis tries to take a deep shaky breath, gripping his hair as he slides onto the floor, still leaning against the bedroom door he just slammed. He squeezes his eyes shut in a useless attempt to stop the tears cascading down his face but just because his eyes are closed; it doesn't stop the sobs that rack his body.
The twenty-one year old man is sure he's never felt so ashamed and so terrified in his entire life. As the sobs shake his body and tries to gasp in air frantically, he hardly hears the muffled, worried shouts that are coming from outside of his bedroom door.
Louis wants to forget the world, he wants to forget what just happened to him; he wants to forget the horrible sensation he had of knowing what's happening to him yet he can't see anything, all he could hear was the man's rough voice, whispering dirty and disgusting things into his ear. Louis wants to forget the pain that is coming from all over his body, mainly his back and bottom, but he can't, and he doubts he ever will.
Louis wished that he hadn't of let it happened to him. He wished he had said no to going to the party with Stan. Then none of this would have happened to him. He wishes that he was someone else. He wishes he didn't feel like this. He wishes that he could have fought back against the man and have gotten away before he had did what he had did to him.
But no matter how bad Louis wishes, wants, needs what had just happened to him to not have happened, it already has, and Louis can't change the useless, pathetic, disgusting feeling that is crawling up his skin as he sobs into his knees, his hands pulling on his hair to try and make him feel something other than what that filthy man did to him.
When the young man runs out of tears to shed, his eyes, though still closed, sting horribly and the man is able to get more than only a gasp of air into him, he finds himself sitting there, his back resting against the door, his friends' words muffled through the door as he hugs his knees to his chest, longing for the pain, both physical and mental, to go away.
And after what felt like years to Louis, yet was probably only a day, unconsciousness takes Louis, leaving the man curled up on the floor in front of his door, oblivious to how his boyfriend and three best friends are waiting on the other side, talking through their tears, waiting for him to speak back or come out.