Okay, this is quite short and I was planning on posting it tomorrow but I just couldn't help it! I keep writing and writing...this one may be done before you know it!


XX My POV XX

I was huddled on the corner of the sofa, my knees pulled up to my chest, and tears streaming down my face. He finally left me alone and went into the kitchen by himself. I had no idea what he was doing in there, nor did I want to know. My body ached and I longed to have Dougie's arms around me again. My arms were already bruising from where he'd grabbed me so many times and my face still stung from his powerful hand. I never thought in a million years this would be happening to me. They always told us in school it can happen to anyone and I just never thought it would actually be me.

I heard footsteps coming back into the living room and I braced myself for what was to come. He came and sat next to me.

"Come on love, dry those tears. There's nothing to cry about."

"Why can't you just let me go?"

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet." I saw a crooked smile creep across his face and it made me shiver.

"If you say you care about me so much then why are you torturing me like this?"

"I'm doing this because I love you. Dougie doesn't deserve someone like you. He's probably just using you for some kind of publicity."

I was just fuming now. "He is not! I knew him well before either of us had a career. That's a lie and you know it!"

"You really don't give up that easy do you? I do like my girls a little feisty…" He planted another grimy kiss on my cheek and pulled me up.

He pushed me along a hallway and stopped in front of a door. 'Please don't let this be a bedroom…' he turned the handle to reveal my worst fear. He laid me down on the bed and held me there. I tried to turn my head away from his lips but it wasn't working. They finally connected with mine and I did everything in my power to not kiss him back. Next thing I knew his hands were wandering underneath my shirt and as soon as I felt his cold fingers my eyes went wide and I screeched.

"No!" I shouted and tried to squirm away.

"Well, if you're gonna fight I'll just have to bring out the reinforcement." He pulled out the knife again and this time he was going to use it.

"Ryan! Stop!" I yelled through my tears. "Don't!" I braced myself for whatever he was planning on doing when we heard the front door open. Ryan spun around, unaware of where the knife was and it sliced across my arm. I didn't really care about the pain, I just cared that someone was here.

XX Dougie's POV XX

"It should be down this street on the left," Hannah said, giving me directions. I thought I was going to get pulled over for speeding with how fast I was going.

"Maybe we should park farther down the street, so he doesn't notice that we're there," Harry suggested.

"Good idea." I parked the car and we got out and walked the rest of the way. We made our way up to the front door and waited there for a few seconds. "Do we just go in, or wait to see if they're even here?" I let the question hang there for a moment until we heard yelling from inside.

"Go the fuck in!" Harry urged. I quickly turned the handle and it was surprisingly unlocked. We stumbled into the house and had no idea where to go, but I definitely heard voices.

Hannah was the first one to step in and make her way to the back of the house. "No, Hannah!" I instantly went after her, with Harry behind me. She stopped dead once she reached the back of the house and had sight of the living room. I couldn't believe my eyes either.