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+)


2. The Escape

-Dessi's POV-

I flinch at the sound of his voice. I felt like I was froze in time, like my body was refusing to move.

"Do you have a hearing problem?" Travis asked devilishly.

"I-I, um.. I just" I stuttered as silent tears started pouring down my face, neck and collar bone.

"Do you?!" He asked more violently this time.

"No..." I started to sob. Why did I ever love this monster? I asked myself.

"Oh stop your crying!" He grabbed my shoulder with one hand and held my neck with his other like he was going to choke me. He pushed me forward, turned me around, and forced me to sit in the blood-stained chair.

I flailed my arms and legs, trying to get free. He held my feet still by stepping on them, then pinned my arms beside my shoulders. He leaned forward, inches away from my face. His breath smelt like chew and alcohol. I wanted to vomit. "Ha ha ha..." He laughed with such pure evil in his voice that I could feel it. He took his finger and traced the hollow of my cheek. My cheeks are surprisingly sensitive, I know it's stupid, but they are. I don't let anyone touch my cheeks, ever. I was furious at this. I let saliva build up in my mouth. Seconds later I spit right in his face.

I was freaking out on the inside, but it didn’t show. It was hard to focus on my surroundings. I knew I made a mistake, but I had to do something, I was offended, and I felt violated..

"So.." He said wiping the spit off his face. "You wanna play that way, huh? Ha ha ha..." He held me still while I struggled to break free. I failed miserably. He tied my wrists and ankles to the chair. I could feel that the ropes were fraying, to my advantage. And the chains that he started to wrap around me were quite thin; I think I could break them easily. I had to figure out a plan.

-Travis' POV-

As I finished knotting the rope and wrapping the chains, I walked to my favorite place in the room, the area where I keep all of my precious, beautiful weapons. I loved the smell of my torture room, it makes me think of all the "girlfriends" that screamed in agony after my beloved ritual.

I stopped a few feet away from the wall, admiring my collection. "Hmm... I wonder which of these beautiful knifes I should use first..." I smirked, knowing Desirai wouldn't be silent for long. "Maybe... I should pick this one." I carfully picked up my favorite knife. I admired the endless pain this knife caused, it was the sharpest one in my collection. It was a throwing knife, but it worked wonders for melee reasons. I walked over to where my darling was tied up, helplessly squirming in fear.

I held the knife up to my face, examining it as I circled around her. "Wow, Dessi, have you ever seen a knife so beautiful? One that could cause... Such... Such pain?!" I traced the outline of her jaw with the knife softly, applying a tiny bit of pressure, but not enough to cut skin. She had lovely jaw and cheek bones; I love that about a girl. I always had imagined a perfect, baby-face like hers, being disfigured and bloody in such an inhuman way.

She squirmed franticly and cried out. I don't like to muffle their screams; they scream in such a precious way, it turns me on.

I took the knife in my hand, ready to make the first cut. I traced her facial bone structure over and over, deciding my first move. I smirked, and carefully placed it on her temple, slowly adding pressure. I dragged the knife down through the hollows of her cheeks, down to her chin, and then pulled back the knife. I knew she was sensitive about her cheeks. It had to do with her mother and father or something, and I loved causing her pain in such a sensitive area for her. This was my work of art and it was beautiful. Perfect, almost. She clenched her fingers and toes, screaming out in pure agony from the cut. It was funny, because I was just getting started. I sat on her lap, about to do the same thing to her other cheek.

*Knock knock knock* I froze, someone was at the door. I looked at her and she had a smirk on her face. It was sexy because of the huge amount of blood dripping down her chin and neck, soaking the collar of her shirt. But I knew she had a plan, a plan to give my dirty little secret away to the person at the door. She opened her mouth, about to scream. I put my hand over it, shutting her up. "Say a word and you're dead!" I grabbed a roll of duct tape and taped her mouth shut, nice and tight. I always had tape for these situations. "I will be back!!" I hissed at her in a whisper. I got up, placed my precious throwing knife back in its place, walked out, and slammed the door.

-Dessi's POV-

He was gone, but only for a short while, I had to escape. I looked around, observing everything. First things first, I rubbed my uncut cheek on my shoulder, making progress of getting the duct tape off my face. It was still stuck to the corner of my mouth, but I didn't care, I could use my mouth now. I started chewing through the rope that tied my wrists to the arms of the chair, once I got half way through, it took two yanks to brake my arms free. I quickly untied the knots from my ankles, and threw the pathetic chains aside. I stood up and looked for an opening to the outdoors.

I saw a window and two doors. The doors were nailed and boarded shut, but the window only had the blinds shut. I smiled, thinking this was it. I ran over to it, not minding the pools of blood I stepped in, good thing I had put my old, worn, high-tops on before I came down here. I grabbed a hammer from the wall and started smashing the windows. It was very loud and I'm almost certain that Travis heard it, but I made great progress. It only took about four or five smashes to the window and I was free. I climbed up and out the window, grateful that it was the basement; I wasn't planning on jumping 80 feet to my death. I was all the way outside when I heard running, it was coming from upstairs. Travis was coming, and quick. I started to run for my life.


My legs were killing me now, I hadn't run that far, but I haven’t eaten a lot for a while either, and I'm still very weak. I ran through four alley ways, two yards, and endless streets. My cheek was swollen and crusted with dry blood. It hurt so bad, I wanted to cry. I was walking now, on a small street, and there wasn't much traffic, which makes sense because it was a Sunday. It was noon now, and I was so tired,  and I knew I couldn't walk for much longer. I looked around and there were only two shops open; a salon and a small coffee shop. I didn't have money, but maybe someone could help me. I decided to go into the coffee shop, I loved the smell of baked goods and coffee beans, and that was something I haven't smelt for four years. I crossed the street, and opened the door to the small coffee shop.

I was taken aback by the amazing smell, I smiled. I haven't smiled that big since my mother was alive. I observed the small, cozy sho. There was a counter in the right corner with muffins and scones and donuts on display. There were booths on the left and a restroom in the back. Only one large booth was occupied, and there were two chairs pulled in next to the booth. There was a middle-aged woman sweeping the floor, the said something to me, but during my phase, I didn't hear her. I finally came to my senses, and she was standing in front of me, her face was concerned and shocked.

"Oh my god! What happened?" She spoke quietly, but it was loud enough that everyone in the booth had heard.

"Um.." I realized everything was wrong, I couldn't hide it anymore. I started to cry.

"Hey.... hey... it's okay, it's okay." She whispered, reaching out her hands to caress me. The people sitting in the booth came over to me. There were five guys, all looking about the age of 19 or 20, and a beautiful girl with short brunette hair and chocolate brown eyes, she was a little shorter than average and looked a couple years younger than them as well.

They all started to talk in concerned voices, and looked at me, trying to see my left cheek. "Hey, everyone, calm down! Give her some room." The woman told them. "Come here, sweetie, let’s get you cleaned up." She lead me to the restroom and grabbed a cloth on the way.


I stepped out of the restroom. Everyone was staring at me with wide, curious eyes. My cheek took forever to clean and disinfect. I would flinch every time she would touch it. Now, all you could see is the clean cut that Travis had made from my temple, through my cheek, down to my chin. I looked at the woman, she told me her name was Anne. She pretty much knows my life story, now. I trusted her thoughS I had to explain why my cheek was cut. 

She told me that one of the boys at the booth was Harry, her son. "Uh... Um.." I looked at her. "Shh... it's okay, let's go." She led me to the booth and pulled a chair for me. The booth was quite crowded now, but I was fine. "Everyone," She started. "This is Desirai, you can call her Dessi, for short." Everyone answered with a quiet, hey or hello. "She doesn't have anywhere to go, and he will stay with us for a while." She told Harry. She looked at me now. "Dessi, why don't you get to know everyone and I will get you some new clothes." Then she walked up a spiral stairwell that seemed to go up to their flat.

"Um, hi everyone.." I said quietly and smiled slightly. I got to know everyone fairly well. The boys, Liam, Harry, Niall, Louis, and Zayn were in a famous boy band, One Direction. I had no idea about the band. Was I really locked up in that house for that long..? The girl, Melinda, was Niall's girlfriend, everyone called her by her nickname though, Mel. We had a lot in common, and I can definitely see us becoming friends.


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