I Will Fix You

*UNDERGOING REVISION*

After tragedy strikes, Rose is left picking up the pieces on her own. That is until she bumps into a certain someone along the way. As they grow close, Rose finds out some interesting news. Will he stay for the drama of it all, or will she have to survive through it alone?

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3. Escape

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I got up from my spot on the ground and pain shot through my head. I lifted my hand to where it hurt. I remember being thrown into the van and hitting my head.

 

I stood up and looked around. I explored the area for a little bit. It looked like I was in a basement. There were shelves stacked with stuff. I saw a door at the top of the stairs. 

 

I silently crept up the stairs to the door. Once I reached the top, I tried turning the knob only to find it locked. I cursed under my breath and went back down the steps. I sat on the bottom one and put my head in my hands.

 

I sat there for a while until I heard the door being unlocked. I hopped up off the steps and walked as far away as possible. I hear footsteps come down the stairs and I start to shake. When my kidnapper reaches the bottom of the steps, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

 

It was my ex-boyfriend, Daniel. We dated back when I was a freshman. He was a senior at the time. We dated for a while until he became clingy and very obsessive. He would accuse me of seeing other guys if I didn’t answer his calls or he would ask me what I was doing every 5 minutes. I broke up with him when I couldn’t take it anymore. Let’s just say he didn’t take it very well.

 

“Daniel? Is that you?” I asked just to make sure.

 

“Yes it’s me beautiful,” he said as we walked closer. I couldn’t move any further so I was basically trapped. When he got to me, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. By the smell of it, I could tell that he was drunk.

 

I continued to shake. I tried to turn my head to look away from him, but he grabbed my chin and turned my head towards him. Then he crashed his lips on mine. I was shocked at first but then tried to push him off. He wouldn’t budge. I tried one more time with all my strength and was able to push him back a good distance.

 

“What was that for!” I yelled. He looked at me with anger in his eyes. He walked up to me and slapped me. The smack was so hard that I feel to the floor. Then he kicked me straight in the gut.

 

“Never EVER yell at me!” he shouted before kicking me again and leaving, slamming the door shut and locking it.

 

When he left, I slowly sat up wincing at the pain. I lifted up my shirt to see two big bruises appear. I looked around for something to look at myself in. I found a small hand mirror and looked at my face. There was a small purple bruise from the impact.

 

After examining myself, I sat in a corner and cried. I looked at the locket my dad gave me and looked at the picture of my family inside. I eventually cried myself to sleep.

 

6 MONTHS LATER

 

It had been six months. The abuse got worse along the way. It accrued every day. I had a lot of bruises on my arms and my stomach. I had some cuts too.

 

Every day he would come down drunk and would release any anger he had on me by hitting me. I would always end up in pain.

 

Over these months I have lost all hope in life. I've thought of ways to escape but never tried to. I was always in too much pain to try.

 

Along with losing hope, I've lost the ability to love. It’s sad to see that someone I loved is hurting me. Now I’m afraid that if I ever love again, I will get hurt.

 

I was sitting in my corner when I heard the door open. I prepared myself for the beating I was expecting to have. 

 

As normal, Daniel came down drunk. He came straight to me, but instead of hitting me, he grabbed my hands and dragged me with him. He then pulled me up the steps and into a bedroom, which I’m guessing is his.

 

At first, I was confused as to why he brought me here. The realization came to me when he pushed me on the bed. He took off my clothes and then his. Then he raped me. I was too weak to fit back, so all I could do was lay there.

 

When he was done he left me there. He went into his restroom and closed the door. I heard the shower run and I took this as my opportunity to escape. I put my close on as fast as I could and ran. 

 

As soon as I got out of the house, I ran as fast as I could to get home. On my way, I had bumped into someone and fell. I looked up to see a blonde haired, blue eyed boy looking at me.

 

“Sorry,” he said. He had an Irish accent. He looked familiar, but I couldn't remember how. He offered a hand to help me up. I looked back to look and see if Daniel had followed me.

 

I quickly got up and kept running. I turned around and saw the boy looking at me confused. I looked forward and ran until I got home. 

 

When I made it there, the door was locked. I knocked on the door until my mom answered the door. She pulled me into a hug and let me in. 

 

“Honey where have you been?” she asked.

 

I was so out of breath and was thirsty so I managed to say, ”Water… Please.”

 

She quickly got me a glass of water and I chugged it all down. Once I was able to talk I thanked her.

 

“What happened? Where were you?” she started firing questions at me.

 

“Mom slow down. I’ll explain to you in a little bit. I need to change. Call the police,” I said heading upstairs.

 

“The police? What is going on?” she asked again.

 

“I’ll explain when they get here. Please, I was kidnapped. Call them," I said before heading to my room. I took a quick shower since I hadn't had one in a long time. I changed into a sweater and sweats to cover the bruises. I put my hair in a bun (http://www.polyvore.com/finally_home/set?id=78253164) and went back downstairs.

 

When I got to the living room, my mom was sitting with the police. I sat down next to my mom on the couch and the police asked me to what happened. I explained everything to them. I told them how Daniel kidnapped me and abused me. I started to cry at one point and my mom comforted me. I told them how he raped me and they left.

 

My mom cradled me in her arms whispering things like “It's ok now” or “It will get better”  until I stopped crying. When I stopped I went to my room and laid down. I was tired from all the crying. As I was dozing off to sleep, I thought about that boy I ran into and fell into deep sleep.

 

(A/N)

I’m so sorry for not updating in a while. I was going to update a lot during spring break, but then I got busy. I got distracted by other things and I completely forgot about this because my mind was focused on other things. To make it up to you I made it long.

 

Sooo… What do you think of this chapter? Let me know in the comments. Like and favorite. I still need someone for the role of Harry or Zayn’s GF, so leave a comment that has your: name, looks, personality, the way you dress, why I should pick you, and if you want to date Zayn or Harry.

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