The brief set to the groups was to create a performance piece of outdoor theatre somewhere in Coventry city centre. In this theatre space everyone involved in the group had to have some sort of performance input on the day. 2,171 more words
“Louis and I lock eyes, and I let out a breathy giggle that turns into full out laughing as he shakes and hides his face in my bare shoulder.”
“Sober Louis would never do this. I push slightly and eventually he gives up and runs a hand through my light hair, tugging gently. I sigh happily against his lips and he pulls away and lays a tender, loving kiss on my forehead.”
“Louis-“ “I love you. So much. Don’t ever forget that.” I promise I won’t.
“Louis doesn’t even look back as he leaves for the bathroom, slamming the door. I pull on the t shirt, my fingers brushing over the purple marks on my hips. “
“He leans in and I forget everything, forget the way I have been holding back tears since the morning or the way he’d refused to look at me since that night. His arms go around my waist, rubbing over the tender purple areas. It takes everything in me not to wince.”
“I’m fucking terrified. His grip is tight and I can feel the blood tricking down my chin. Louis brings a hand up to my face to roughly wipe it off and I think of the times when he’d hold my chin and kiss me softly. I almost laugh.”
“And for the first time in what seemed like forever, I was happy, I was safe. I wouldn’t have to slap foundation on my face every morning or think twice before a single word left my mouth. I was free to do what I wanted.”