SCARS (1D)

What would you do if you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Run? That's what Lucy and Nina did. Running led them to One Direction. Now, becoming best friends with the boys is easy. Lovers, amazing. But when names get to the press on a trip to Italy,  everybody better run because stories will be told and horrors will be relived when someone shows their SCARS.

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6. Chapter 5

(Lucy's POV) 

We saw him, standing there as we drove away. I was squeezing on to Nina's hand for dear life when I felt a presence beside me. I looked over to see Liam, giving me a sympathetic smile...

That smile is all it takes for me to break. Suddenly the tears are flowing down my face as he pulls me into his warm embrace. I feel him gently rubbing my back as the van comes to stop. I hear the door open but I don't bother moving as I am already being carried inside, bridal style, by Liam. Soon there's a big tv in front of me as I'm pulled into Liam's lap, still shedding the ever flowing tears.

Eventually, my tears slow to a stop and I look around to see everybody looking at me, expectantly.

"I'm sorry guys."

"are you gonna tell us what's wrong?" I look around to see everybody's eyes filled with wonder. Everybody except Nina and Niall. She must have told him.

I stand up from Liam's lap and look back down. "where the bathroom?" I sniffle.

"I'll show you."

I follow Liam down a long hallway with doors on multiple sides before finally stopping and opening the door to a king sized bathroom.

"thanks" I mutter as I walk past him and shut the door. His retreating footsteps are followed, 5 minutes later, by another pair of feet, and a light knock on the door.

"Lucy?" Harry's voice comes through the door.

I remain silent, balled up on the ground.

"Lucy. Let me in." slowly I reach up and unlock the door. Gradually it opens to reveal a worried Harry standing on the other side.

"Lucy. What's going on?" gosh. We've freaked them out. Now we are freaks.

"no your not." 

"did I say that out loud?"

"yes" he nods, sinking to the ground beside me. "now you need to tell me, what the hell is going on."

"I can't. It not that easy. There's alo-"

"this isn't an option anymore Lucy. We need to know. You have us scared for your life. No more games."

"fine... But if your going to know why it's affecting me so much more then Nina... You need to know it all."He nods. I sigh and look him straight in the eyes. "when I was 12... I was taken... For 2 years, I was beaten, starved near death, and raped... I thought I was never going to get out of there... One day, I was done. Ready to die. I didn't want to 'live' like that if you could even call it living. So I ran. Ran straight out the door knowing he would either shoot me or I would be seen. Either way he would be caught. But I ran, and ran, and ran. Until I made it to the park. Nina was there... the torture finally ended... But the scars will always be there. Then we come to today..." I pause, taking a deep breath, before continuing. "we were grabbed. We witnessed a murder... And we ran... We could've gotten killed again. Then you guys came. We were playing a joke, but when you grabbed me... I freaked. Nina saved me. But as we were leaving the park, the man was there. Watching us. He has my phone number. Our names... I can't go back to someone like that... I would rather die..."

Harry was just sitting there, looking at me with tears silently falling. "Lucy... I'm sorry. I had no idea."

"it's not your fault."

He pulls me into a hug and I embrace his warm scent. Tears come more fluidly out of my eyes as I hear him murmur "I won't let him get you. Your safe with us.... Don't be scared."

5 minutes later we are going back to the living room, his arm slung around my shoulder. Just as we enter, he stops me.

"how did he have your name and number?"

I can feel everybody's curious eyes on my back as he waits for his answer. May as well give it to him. Seem more weird now. A girl. With dogtags!

"my dogtags..."

"why did you have dog tags? Have you been in the armed forces?"

"no..." I sniffle. Small tears begin to fall. "they were a gift. From someone who recently died in battle..."

"who?"

"my brother."
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