My Little Designer

Chapter 1: Meeting. Louis POV. Today’s my birthday, well yey me, not. The name is Louis, today is my seventeenth birthday, I’m short, too short for my liking I’m hardly 5 feet and a few inches, I’m a bit underweight but who’s counting. I have short blond hair and aqua colored eyes, I’m an only daughter of my divorced parents, I live with my mother who doesn’t really like me. Our chats are usually just her yelling at me and me crying, so yeah I and she doesn’t have the best relationship ever. I was hiding in my room again, I don’t go out except for food, water, and other essentials. I leave the room to leave the house also, I go to school, and that’s it. I’m not what you call popular, I’m close to being an invisible person around the school. I sat in my room alone, as usual, I’m still a human being I need outside interaction before I go crazy and that’s what I use the internet for, I have online friends, some are little like me. They always share their stories about themselves and their mommies or daddies, lucky them, I have no one. I opened my favorite website ever, it’s all about littles and caregivers, it’s where I have the most friends. I opened my message board and wrote a new post. “Today’s 17th My Birthday” I received a dozen of birthday wishes from my little friends and a few from random doms, I wasn’t very picky with my future caregiver, I’m Bi but I always wanted to have a mommy. A new message popped in my private messages, this one is from a girl I never saw before. I opened her profile and saw she had a cute picture going on, she has long brown hair, green eyes, and bold red lips. Her info said that she’s a mommy looking for a little to spoil. I clicked back to the messages to reply. Rebbeca: That’s a very special number, happy birthday little girl. Me: “tank you very much you have pwetty picture” Rebbeca: “Thank you, baby girl, I like the sloth picture. is that your favorite animal?” Me: “Wes, he’s the best, he can sleep all day and not move” Rebbeca: “Are you in school little girl?” Me: “Wes, I a senior” Rebbeca: “Really what a smart girl” Me: “I have a big brain” Rebbeca: “I’m sure you do ” Me: “What do you do?” Rebbeca: “I’m a fashion designer” Me: “You make pwetty clothes?” Rebbeca: “Yes baby I make pretty clothes, maybe one day I can dress you” Me: “I’m too fat” Rebbeca: “I’m sure you’re beautiful baby” Her words alone made me blush, I asked a few more questions about her while she asked about me we ended up playing twenty-one question game. Me: “Favorite color?” Rebbeca: “Blue, Favorite movie?” Me: “Finding Nemo, where are you from?” Rebbeca: “Italy. You?” Me: “England” Rebbeca: “isn’t it a bit late for a little thing like you to be awake?” Me: “Nu-Uh, It’s only 8 pm” Rebbeca: “Really because it’s almost midnight for me” Me: “Uhh…time difference” Rebbeca: “It’s only one-hour baby girl” Me: “No, it’s only 8 for me, too early…” Rebbeca: “Do you think me a fool little girl? Your mommy or daddy should have taught you better” Me: “I don’t have a mommy or daddy ” Rebbeca: “If you were my little I would’ve punished you for lying” Me: “Sowwwyyyy….” Rebbeca: “It’s time to sleep” Me: “I’m not sweepy..” Rebbeca: “How would you go to school tomorrow if you don’t sleep” Me: “Me no like school” Rebbeca: “Why not baby? Don’t you have friends there?” Me: “Nu, the other kids are mean to me” Rebbeca: “I’m sorry to hear that baby, but still you need to sleep” Me: “If I sweep…will you talk to me tomorrow?” Rebbeca: “If you promise to go to sleep now, yes we’ll talk tomorrow.” Me: “Pwomise?” Rebbeca: “Yes I promise” Me: “Nighty” Rebbeca: “Nighty” Rebbeca POV. The name is Rebbeca, I’m twenty-two years old, I’m a fashion designer and company owner. I have long brown hair, green eyes, for most people I’m a cold-hearted b***h, but the thing that no one knew about me as I’m a Mommy dom. I’m a caregiver with no little, after another lonely night and getting drunk in a trial to fill in the blank. My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit. After making an account and logging in I found out that he is right, this website filled with doms and littles from all ages and all over the world. I did make few friends along with my dominants friends, the littles were either very shy or very forward coming, but most importantly most of them were taken. Scrolling through the news feed I saw a little had a post about her birthday, I clicked into her profile and saw a sloth for a profile picture which is adorable. Her info said that she’s shy, loves to sing, and new to the whole dom/little dynamics. I couldn’t resist but send her a happy birthday message, we chatted for some time later getting to know each other. It was all great, she seemed like an adorable little girl until the second she lied to me. Lying is a big NO-NO for me, even in my daily life anyone who lies gets kicked out. I was about to tell her off and end the conversation when she told me she had no dom, that explains why she thought it’s okay to lie to a Mommy. When I told her to go to bed she again refused until I promised her to talk with her tomorrow. Maybe she’s not, after all, maybe it was time for me to get a little, even if only online, for now. I turned my laptop off and headed to bed, I live alone in a house too f*****g big for just one person. Maybe I should get a dog or cat, I changed into my pajamas which consist of an old baggy T-shirt and my panties, yeah I know I’m a designer and still have no style. But it’s super comfy who need lace and buttons when in the comfort of their beds. It’s a waste that’s what I always say, I always look top-notch when outside but when in my bed it’s just me. Chapter 2: School Louis POV Another day in the same school, can't I graduate already? I still have a full year to endure. Isn't the world cruel enough? It had to have Laura too, now let me introduce Laura, she's the Queen Bee of the school and I don't mean any cute yellow bee. She's been tormenting me since we were in kindergarten, it's like hate from first sight that's been ongoing for twelve years now. She doesn't allow me to have many friends, if anyone is seen being nice to me she'll spread rumors about them until they stop talking to me. She's tall, skinny, have the perfect blond hair, she looks like a top model. Today is no different we have gym together and she always takes the opportunity to body shame me. My ribs are practically showing and still, she calls me fat, how am I fat? I usually get dressed inside the bathroom stall or wait till everyone is done but sadly today I was late. My English teacher kept us after the bell so he can give us an assignment. I walked into the locker room and went to a corner, maybe if I'm quiet enough no one will hear me and say anything. I took my large hoodie off me and was about to slip my PE uniform when I heard her voice, too nasally, too high... "Well well look if it isn't the fat b***h herself," she says in a cold voice. I hug my self hiding my body from the show but she doesn't relent. "Don't you have any will to stop eating?" she says again. When I don't reply or give her any reaction she does the thing she always does, she pushed me hard enough to make me stumble. I backed back and hit the locked edge leaving a big bruise on my shoulder. She snickers again, having her mission accomplish before she leaves me there hardly standing with tears gathering in her eyes. Why did it have to be me every time... My t-shirt doesn't cover the bruise, not wanting to be on the show I put my hoodie on again. When my coach told me to take it off I told him it was that time of the month and I'm cold, he just nodded not wanting to know any more details. Even with my period excuse, he made me do laps with the rest of the class and even play a basketball match, do you know how hard it is for someone as short as me to play basketball. After the time was finally up I was exhausted every bone in my body hurt, and I was slightly dizzy. I'm skipping on food again but now I'm kind of regretting it. I don't shower in school, I did that once and Laura stole my clothes, I had to walk in some random clothes the whole day. I tied my short hair in a low ponytail and added done of deodorant, this would have to do until I reach home. After a very long, tiring, exhausting day, I finally made it home. Mother wasn't here which was awesome, I made a very small bowl of ice cream with a banana up to my bedroom, I needed the sugar, couldn't take it anymore before I pass out. I ate my barely-there snack and then took a hot shower, my body still hurt and my bruise is getting even worse. I took a small nap after my shower then woke up to do my homework. Finally, I had to eat dinner, I ate only a few bites before saying goodnight and running upstairs. I turned on my Ipad and headed to the little website, Rebecca promised to talk to me tonight. Me: "helloooooooo...." Rebbeca: "Good evening little girl" Me: "Uhhh...how are you?" Rebbeca: "I'm good thank you for asking, and you? How was school?" Me: "I no wanna tawk bout it" Rebbeca: "Why kitten? What happened?" Me: " Uhhh...nothing gottaa go nighty" Rebbeca: "Freeze little girl. Now tell me what happened" Me: "uhh...nothing...just tired" Rebbeca: "Okay kitten how about we video chat? I can tuck you into bed" I thought about that for a second, video means she'll see me, but I really want to be tucked in for once. Looking at what I'm wearing right now it's my hello kitty pajamas set, it doesn't hide the bruise very well, I went under the covers and clicked the Video Call button. "Kitten," Rebbeca says in a cute voice, even her voice was beautiful. She had full makeup on and she seemed to be sitting on a desk. "Hi," I say shyly and hide under the cover. "You are beautiful baby girl," She says again and I turn to a new shade of red. "You too," I say losing my words. "Thank you kitten now bedtime," she says, she did what she promised me to, she talked a bit to me and even hummed a lullaby until I fell asleep. Rebbeca POV I was having one of those nights where I had way too much work to even leave my office. I was still drowning in my own ideas and thoughts going from one design to another, one paper to another. I was getting frustrated when I received a notification from the little, even with how busy I was she still didn't leave my mind the whole day. I tried to talk her into video calling me, I just imagine her as a cute little thing. She accepted to video chat with me with a promise of me tucking her in. When she finally called me I saw the cutest face ever, her hair was short and blond, her eyes were the cutest baby blue. Every time I called her beautiful she would blush to a pretty red, I loved making her blush. I was attached before but now I'm all sold to the pretty kitten. I promised to tuck her in, I sang her a few lullabies until she finally closed her pretty eyes and went to sleep. She moved a bit and sucked on her thumb while asleep, I was about to end the call when she moved again. Making the blanket fall from her and showing her arms, I saw a nasty purple bruise on her arm going down from her shoulder, I saw red someone hurt my baby.