You're Perfect to Me

Desirai Monroe(Dessi) has always had a pretty bad life. At the age of 4, her father started abusing her. At the age of 13, her father killed her mother right in front of her. He was arrested for child abuse when she was 14. Nobody knew about the murder of her mother. He made it look like a suicide, and everyone believed it. He was imprisoned for 5 years and Dessi went into a foster care until she met her boyfriend Travis, and moved in with him. Not long after that, she discovered he was her worst nightmare. Once she escapes she meets five of the most famous in the world. Will they be able to help her?
(Recommended age: 14+)


5. I Can't Hold Back My Tears

-Dessi's POV-

"Well, Harry sure seems interested in you." Mel laughed. "A lot!"

"Yeah, does he do this to every girl he meets?" I asked her. "Well-" She was cut off by the ringing of my phone. It scared me because I haven't had it for almost four years. "Sorry."

"That's okay. Uh… I didn't know you had a phone." She said. "Yeah well, it's a long story." I told her, getting my phone from my pocket. I looked at the number and I didn't recognize it, Travis deleted all my contacts a long time ago when he took it. He told me that he couldn’t trust me with it. If anything, he’s the one who can’t be trusted. I answered it as I saw Zayn walking to join us in the kitchen.

"Hello?" I answered.

I heard a dark laugh and my heart stopped. "I'm surprised you answered, darling. I'm even more surprised you were able to sneak into my room and get your phone from me. You're a smart girl, I must admit, but I'm about to outsmart you once again."

It was Travis. Oh my god, I made a huge mistake. I should have never brought my phone; he'll find me for sure now. I didn't say a word, I was frozen in fear. My eyes were as large as a deer’s in the headlights. "Desirai, I will find you, and kill you. That's not a threat, that's a promise. I can't wait to cause you unbelievable agony. Your cheeks will no longer be visible under all of the blood. I love that you're so sensitive there, it gives me a great advantage."

My worst nightmare was coming true, I had freedom for such the shortest time and now it was going to be taken away from me. I could feel everyone's eyes watching me with concern, they knew something was wrong.

"I can't wait to see you again Dessi. My knife can’t wait to see you either. Tonight." Then he hung up. I dropped the phone and it shattered on the floor. I fell off the stool and landed on the floor, the glass from my phone cutting into my arms and thighs. I couldn't help but falling, I felt like my life was over. Now that I ran away from him, Travis was furious, he won't let me live like the last four years. He will destroy me. I started balling uncontrollably, hiding my face and hugging my knees with my bloody forearms. Everyone rushed around me.

Mel ran over to me and hugged me tight in her arms. She whispered softly in my ear, trying to calm me down, Niall and Louis right by her side. Louis was gently petting my hair, he seemed very concerned. Zayn and Harry where running upstairs, looking for the first aid kit for my arms, they were cut up badly from the shards of glass.

I looked up and I saw Liam rushing toward me. I was wondering where he was earlier. "Oh my god! What the hell happened?" He yelled as Zayn and Harry returned with the kit. Liam looked up at them, his eyes furious. He ran over to Harry and pushed him against the wall. Liam grabbed him by the shirt and pinned him against the wall. "What the fuck did you do to her?" He screamed in his face. "ANSWER ME!"

Harry looked scared for his life. "Nothing! I swear, man!" Harry managed to say. "You fucking liar! I swear to god!" Liam raised his fist to punch Harry in the face, I needed to do something. "Liam! No!" I yelled. It was quiet but he heard me and let go of Harry. Liam turned to me and ran over to me.

"I can handle this, I'll be back." Liam told them as he picked me up carefully, bridal style. He was so strong but gentle. I was still scared, but in that moment, as he carried me up the stairs, I felt safe. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hid my face in his shoulder, his neck brushed against my left check, the one with the still healing cut. Most times I would have flinched away, but I haven't felt this safe in so long. I looked up at him and whispered in his ear. "Thank you." He looked me in the eyes; he had beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. He smiled at me, and then kissed my jaw, minding my cheek. And that meant a lot.

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