Hanging On

Katerine Willows was falling in two ways. She was falling into an unfathomable comatose, destroyed after her fiancé’s death and on a path of self destruction. Until her therapist forcibly sends her to Paris to help her pursue her once great career as a singer. Then she falls another way. A way she never expected to fall again. She fell in love. Will she allow the equally damaged Louis Tomlinson to heal her? Or will she continue down the cold and lonely road she started out on?

Hey! My first real writing, so fingers crossed! I know some of the things in here are cruel or messed up, but I don't mean anything against the people in it! It's purely fiction! Please enjoy and leave feedback! I'll update as often as possible. Xx -Alex

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5. Chapter Five

    When we arrived at the party, it was packed. I hadn't been to somewhere so full of people since the good days with Toby. The wild, crazy A-Lister parties where we both had gotten so drunk we were passed out on the bathroom floor. The senseless dancing, mind numbing alcohol in my blood. It was a wonder I didn't die. I lost myself with the crowd, trying to lose myself, relax. I finally spotting the boys at a corner booth.
     "What happened to you?" Zayn asked. My eyes were probably crazed, pupils dilated
     "Got swept up with the crowd," I shrugged.
     "This is why you stick by my side, babe," Harry said as he came next to me, drinks in hand. He handed one to Zayn, allowing that free hand to slip around my waist, gently tugging me towards him.
     "I do believe your intentions for me by your side are different than what I would imagine," I said, taking the beer from his hand and taking a large swig. I handed it back to him and kissed him on the cheek, losing myself in the crowd again. I couldn't remember how many guys I danced up against, made out with. I hadn't done this for months, and it felt good. It made me forget everything. No one had to approve, no one had to take responsibility. I could just close my eyes and move, pretending to be someone else. I remember seeing Niall and Zayn briefly but that was it. I purposely avoided them, not wanting to be distracted. I stopped counting my shots after 4. I had a high tolerance for alcohol, seeing as how I drank all the time, especially straight vodka, but I still felt the effects to an extent. I remember meeting someone. Trent, who had bought me shots 6 and 7 was on top of me, desperately trying to pull my shirt up. We had made our way to a back corner booth, guarded by other drunk men and women, his actions becoming rougher, more urgent. I sensed he was getting mad after the third try, pinning my hands down to my sides hard. I flinched and tried to break free. His grip was too strong.
     "Get the fuck off, you asshole!" I yelled, trying to push him off. He slapped my cheek, my head whipping to the right, stinging from the impact. It didn't shock me. I had felt this before. It was all too familiar. I always resisted. It made them angrier, drove them crazy, more rabid, made the sex even rougher, more senseless.
    I shook my head to clear it, spitting in his face. "Do it again, bitch!" I yelled. His face contorted as his arm went back, ready to strike again. I closed my eyes, ready for it. Suddenly, his weight disappeared from my lap. I looked to see Louis shove him away, his arm ready to throw a punch.
Trent was holding his nose, so I could only guess Louis had thrown a punch already.
    "Stay the fuck away from her, you piece of shit!" Louis snarled at him. Trent was being held back, probably his buddies, glaring at Louis. He was eventually dragged off, leaving Louis to walk the other way.
    I was pissed. I walked up to him and spun him to face me. "What the hell was that for? I had it handled." My hand clutched his forearm as I waited for his response.
    He looked at me for a moment, his eyes conveying emotions I couldn't read. He opened his mouth, almost as though he was going to say something. Suddenly he walked off, out of sight. I didn't know what to do. I stood there for a moment, not able to understand what he had done. I needed to ask him. So I followed him.
Louis's P.O.V.
    The wind had picked up slightly, causing a slight chill in the air. I kept walking down the sidewalk, trying to stop shaking.
Trent, that disgusting ass, trying to violate Katie. Something had possessed me. I remember walking up to them, then having her yell at me. I must have hit him pretty hard, my knuckles were bruising. Why did she even matter? She's just like Eleanor-ready to take care of herself without anyone. Stupid, stupid girl. My breathing finally slowed down, along with my pace.
    "Hey! Louis!" I heard a feminine but loud voice behind me. I saw her shadow, fast approaching. I couldn't face her. Not like this. I was too emotional. I ran. I ran until she stopped yelling my name. I stopped and caught my breath, a few blocks away from the hotel. I leaned against the wall, tilting my head back. I felt rain start to fall gently, drizzling over the streets and sidewalks. My thoughts wandered to Katie.
    She was like Eleanor. Her beauty, her style, the way she walked, even down to the way she took things out of proportion, exaggerating what people accused her of. She was strong, able, probably used to taking care of herself. But she was cold, angry, scared even. She never seemed to want to get close to us. Why? What had happened to her?
    Then I heard it, a scream. Loud and clear from a ways back, sending a chill through my body. "Katie!" I called, walking a few paces, trying to pinpoint. Something was wrong. She screamed louder, this time I could make out a name. Toby.
Katerine's P.O.V.
    I had called his name, but he ran. My heels prevented me from keeping pace. I was a fast runner, but not in these conditions. I stopped, my heart aching. It started to drizzle. Did he hate me now? I felt a sadness creep over me, my depression sinking in. Was he like Toby in our final months? Was he going to run away from the problems too, hide away and ignore them? Then I got pissed. Who the hell was he to do something like that? He didn't understand what this did to me. Did I even understand? I took a right turn into a dimly lit alley, a single yellow light illuminating a slightly propped door. Had he gone there to escape the rain? I tugged it open, finding it dark and empty. My heart sank and I exited, crossing my arms. I started to get nervous. Where was I even at? It was then that he attacked me.
    I had no time to react. I was shoved harshly against a wall, his breath reeked strongly of alcohol and cheap lipstick. I tried elbowing him, but he just pinned my arms down.
Trent looked at me angrily, blood drying around his broken nose. Louis had hit him, and hard. I smirked internally at the thought.
    "Your little boy toy broke my fucking nose, you little whore!" He yelled. I cringed at his booming voice.
    "I didn't tell him too. I don't know what the hell got into him!"
Trent traced my jaw line with a rough finger. I flinched slightly as he put more pressure on my right wrist.
    "Bullshit, you stupid slut!" He snarled. "I'll make you wish you never left me back there." I tried breaking free, but I was slammed against the wall again, my vision tunneling slightly, my breath escaping me slightly. I felt a tug at my pants, my heart racing. 
    
I attempted to gain back control of the situation. "Trent, baby you know this isn't the place for that. Let's go back to my hotel and we can talk. Please, Trent." I tried reasoning with him, my voice sweet. My head was whipped to the left, the back of his left hand leaving a welt on my cheek. I let out a small whimper.

    "Why don't you call for your boy, huh? Let him come and save you! Say it!" He taunted me. I shook my head. "Call for him, make him hit me again!"

“He won’t come,” I whispered. A smile slowly spread across his face.

    “Oh, what a shame,” he hissed in my ear. “Scream for me, baby. Scream until your voice stops.” I did. I screamed for the only one who could save me, the only one I wanted to save me.
    "TOBY!" I screamed. "TOBY PLEASE!" I began crying as a tried to wriggle free. Trent had me pressed between him and the wall. I began to panic. How did I get into this? Trent covered my mouth, pressing hard as I felt blood well from my gums. Tears involuntarily rolled down my face. Footsteps scuffled from the alley's opening.

   "Get the fuck off of my girl!" Harry tore Trent off of me, landing blows to his abdomen, groin and throat. I slid down the wall, trying to calm myself as Trent ran off.

    "You fucking psychotic bitch!" Trent limped off. I felt a shiver run through me as Harry placed a hand on my shoulder.
    "Katie, are you okay?" Harry cupped my face in his hands, trying to observe me. "Katie?"
    "Take me home," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please just take me home."

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