Dancing Away With My Heart

What happens when bad boy, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, the quiet one, falls for the most innocent girl in school...Bethany? Will she stop running or will she run faster? *Includes alcohol, sex, references/actions of self-harm, and cursing*


32. 32

After a few hours of just sitting there and watching us, he finally fell asleep. Bethany had scooted herself closer to me and cuddled her body between my legs. I wasn’t allowed to wrap my arms around her and it killed me.

“Bethany?” I whispered to her. She looked up at me, her mouth still covered. “We’re going to get out of this…together.” In response, all I saw was a tear, a simple tear fall down her cheek. “I’m not going to leave you through this…” Instead of responding, she cuddled back into me and fell asleep on my chest.


“GET YOUR DAMN ASSES AWAKE!” I grunted, feeling myself be kicked awake. As soon as my eyes opened, the duct tape was ripped from Bethany’s mouth, causing her to shriek.

“Why are you waking us up? It’s not like we can do anything.” I said sassily.

“Shut the fuck up!” He walked over to the belt and I knew what was coming. He picked me up by my hair and threw me on my stomach, causing Bethany to shriek as the belt hit my back. I felt my skin welt and cut open as the belt kept hitting my back. I heard Bethany crying behind me as he continued to beat my back. After a few more whips, he pushed me back so my back was against the wall. I had tears in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

“You’re sick!” Bethany screeched, causing him to lift her up by her hair.

“How sick would I be if I slit his throat in front of you?” He muttered to her, making me shiver with fear.

“I’d tell you to kill me alongside him, you dirty bastard!” Bethany demanded, spitting in his face.

“YOU WHORE!” G yelled, throwing Bethany at the wall before picking her back up and punching her multiple times causing her face to immediately start bruising and gave her a few slaps across the face to top off the bruising from the punches. He threw her back down at me, making us both grunt. Bethany was fully crying and I felt helpless.

For weeks, this is how it went. Bethanys’ natural skin color you would think was black, blue, and purple, and you would think my back was naturally bloody and welted up. Bethany’s hair had begun to fall out, thanks to G pulling on it so often, and her mouth was very sensitive from all the duct tape that was constantly put on and removed from her mouth. I could feel my wrists bleeding and swelling thanks to the ropes and I’m sure Bethany felt the same thing. There was nothing we could do to save ourselves…absolutely nothing. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...