Alcoholic Veins

Would you ever think after one bar fight, Brooklyn might find the boy to take the liquor out of her hands, and show her what love was again?

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Bella's POV:

"Brooklyn, get up, I need help."

I opened my eyes to a panicked Bella, her hand clamped to her neck and tears overflowing in her eyes.

Jumping up I grabbed her arms, yanking them off to expose dark purple bites and bruises stretched from her collarbone to the back of her ear.

"Three words; Who. Was. It."

"I can't say, I- I don't remember."

I sighed and made her sit on my bed. Last night was a complete blur. She was with Harry, had her eyes on Zayn, and once Louis.

"IT WAS HARRY."

Standing on my bed, I jumped off and ran full speed to my phone, quickly pulling it out and calling Liam.

"LIAM YOUR FRIEND AND BELLA AND MARKS AND HOLY SHIT LIAM YOUR FUCKING FRIEND NEARLY ABUSED MINE WITH HIS SALIVA."

There was a long pause on the other side of the phone. "What?"

"Harry left dark bruises on Bella. Legit ones."

He sighed at this. "I'll talk to him, alright? I have to go."

He hung up and I ran back to the room. Was this my fault? I forced her to go out last night. I forced her to share the cab with Harry. This was my fault, of course it was.

"Bella, I'm sorry."

"For?" She still looked like she was going to cry.

"Don't cry please don't oh my god."

The black sheets were wrapped around her shoulders, her hands back on her love bites. No, love wasn't the proper word. Lust had taken over Harry, he wanted to use her body and then throw her to the side in his pile of girls. He was exactly how Liam described him.

"Do you want a beer? I need one."

"Brooklyn, it's only 11."

I wasn't stupid, just a little slow. I enjoyed having jolts of liquor pumping through my veins. It was exciting and gave me a purpose to move around. Without it I would be dead, and eventually- like a cigarette- it's going to kill me. I can't properly talk to anyone without being drunk or drugged, so why not enjoy everything before I do die? I could easily pick up a bottle of champagne from the liquor store and drink it in a day, feel satisfied, and go to bed. I was doing sure hell of a good job off spending my life that way too.

There was a knock at the front door, and Bella answered it while I pulled the beer out of the bottom shelf of our fridge. My back to the front of the house, I heard the front door slam and the entire ground shook.

"Bella?"

I turned around, gone.

Running to the window, the cold dark brown bottle slipped from my hand when I saw who had her pinned to the from door so I couldn't open it.

Harry.
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