"Hey baby" Liam says, brushing away a stray strand of hair from my face. I giggle and grab his hand, pulling it away from my face. "Liam, you're drunk. Let's get you home." I chuckle. "No. I want to be with you Emily.Why don't you come back to my place" I'm actually kind of scared, all drunks scare me; even Liam. He takes a step foward to me and I take a step back.
"L-liam, you're drunk. You've no clue what you're d-doing." I studder. "Yes I do. C'mon Em." I step back, as he steps foward. Finally I'm pushed up agaist the alleyway wall. "Stop it, I'm s-scared." "No. Come on, Emily." I can smell the beer in his breath. He tries to kiss me but I turn my head, causing him to kiss me on the cheek instead.
I try to wriggle out of his grasp; but he's too strong. Tears form in my eyes as I have a flasback from when I was thirteen.
Cam throws me up agaist the lockers. "Let me go!" I scream, trying to get away from him. "No, Christie and I have something to tell you, sweetheart. Would you like to start it off, Christie?" He snarls. Even back then they tortured me. "Yes of course. Darling, nobody will ever love you. You're fat, ugly, and worthless. Nobody likes you, not even that weirdo 'friend' of yours. He just feels sorry for you and you pathetic life." Christie scoffs.
"She's right. If I were you, I'd sit in a corner, cry, and cut myself. Go to Hell." That day that was exactly what I did. I hid in an alley and made three cuts on my right arm. That was the first time I cut.
I go back to the real world and tears stream down my face. I'm REALLY scared now. "Liam! Let me go!" I sob. "No. Not until you agree with me." "ZAYN!" I shout. "LOUIS, NIALL, HARRY, ZAYN! ANYBODY, HELP!" I sob. "Shut it Em! The boys, we don't like you. Nobody's gonna come."
"E-even Zayn?" I whisper. "No, he does. But the rest of them don't. It's all just an act they say."
"Wait. You didn't say anything about y-you. You don't l-love me?" Liam lets go of me with almost a forgiving look in his eyes, and says, "I didn't say th-" I interuppt him. "Why do you hate me?!" I shout. The next part is nearly a whisper. "What've I done?" I run away, sobbing all the way into my flat.