As days turn to weeks, school is getting friendlier with Louis. He no longer receives any form of abuse; no dumpsters, no drink spilling, no bruises, no spit, no names, nothing. And now his body is progressively recovering. I can't be any happier knowing that if it wasn't for me, he would never get to experience a wonderful high school life. All thanks to myself.
Some people now even invite him in some group discussions without being afraid of getting intimidated by the bullies. And those bullies are no longer daring to show their faces whenever I'm with Louis. I'm not sure why it matters, but I'm glad if he always feels safe with me.
Now that his life has turned 180 degrees, I have to keep reminding him of whom he truly belongs to. Louis' circle of friends grows bigger every day.
