A Day to Remember

When Jodie; a normal 17 year old girl flies across the Globe to New York, will everything run smoothly or will her worries come true? When she finds out singing sensations One Direction are on the same flight, will it be a day to remember for a good or bad reason? (15+)


30. Here we go again (15+)


WARNING: This chapter may include some cursing and descriptions of drugs, sex and/or violence. (15+)


It’s been a week since I left California already. It’s weird staying at home; especially on my own. For about 3 or 4 weeks I’ve had someone with me all the time; so it has felt strange. It seemed so quiet. I haven’t felt safe at times- whenever I’ve heard any noises I wish I had someone here with me and pray it isn’t James; the police still haven’t managed to find him, so I guess I’m still in danger really.


I finish changing into my pyjamas when my door knocks- I find it strange that someone would want me at 11pm. My door doesn’t have a peephole, so I put across the latch and open it carefully. I don’t manage to do anything else as the door is barged open all the way across; revealing a tall dark figure. I feel a hand cover my mouth; hiding away my scream as I’m pulled into the boot of a car. There’s no way I can escape from this.

“Let me go please” I wail, trying to wriggle out of his grip. “I’m afraid, you’re not going anywhere” I hear the voice I knew so well. James. “Not anywhere but with me anyway” he chuckles deeply sending shivers all over my body. I’m propped up onto a chair where my arms and legs are tied together with rope. “You see, you we’re lucky to have those friends of yours last time” he pauses and steps close to my face, “but this time, there’s no one” he grins. He places his lips against the skin just below my neck before whispering “This won’t hurt for long baby”. Suddenly, my eyes start to droop and everything goes black.


I wake up to find myself in a different room. It’s cold, dark and plain. The walls are grey, no life in them. The only furniture that exists in the here is a bed and a chair in the far left corner. I soon realise I’m not tied together anymore; I’m free to move my arms and legs. “You’re awake” the voice of James enters the room along with a dull light which he turns on. “What’s the time?” I ask quietly. “7pm”. “James why are you doing this to me?” my voice cracks a little. His face comes close to mine, “I told you if you ever left me- you’d pay, I’d hurt you” he pauses for a second “You don’t do as I say and I will hurt you, got it?” I close my eyes and nod. “I need the toilet” I manage to speak up. He leads me to a room just off the one I was in; same set out, just a lot smaller and had bathroom utilities. I re-enter the dingy looking room, trying to avoid James’ grip. “Get on the bed” he spits out, pushing me towards it. He’s forceful hands push me down, not allowing me to move. I struggle; trying my best to pull away from his grip but it’s no use. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way”. I shake my head, “no please, don’t” I cry as he lifts my top and does the same with his. He continues his hands down to his belt loop; fiddling around with his trousers. He rips off my shorts and throws them to the floor. The tears fall down my face as his hands wander my body; taking away my underwear and doing the same for his. “Stop, please” I beg, “please”. I continue to wriggle but his strong arms hold me underneath his muscular body. His hands push my arms up above my head; holding them together as he pounds himself into me. I yell in pain as he continues; getting stronger and faster each time. “HARRY” I cry hoping he’d be there to save me. I knew he wasn’t but it was my natural instinct. “HARRY, NIALL” I cry out for both of them; hoping one of them could save me from the pain I was going through. I receive a hard slap round the face, “Anyone’s name you should be screaming is mine” he grits his teeth; tightening his grip around my hands and pushing himself into me even more. “Scream” he demands. I keep my mouth shut; closing my eyes and trying to hide the pain. “I told you to scream” he shouts in my ear. I don’t give in, even through the pain. I stay quiet. He gives up and pulls out; attaching his clothes to his body and leaving me on the bed and in the room alone. The light is turned out, making a darkness appear over the whole room. I attempt to move my body to retrieve my clothes- it’s no use. I try again; this time succeeding and pulling my clothes over my body. I lay back down; curled up in a ball. “Harry, Niall, I just need one of you” I cry into my pillow as pain flows through my body. I suddenly remembered my phone was in the pocket of my shorts but I couldn’t feel it anywhere amongst myself. I sigh, returning back to my position.


It’s been 3 weeks since California; I wish I’d never left. If I’m honest I don’t know whether I’ll make it out of this alive. Since the first night I was brought here; I’ve had the same incident happen on several occasions, along with punches and slaps. I looked in the mirror yesterday to find myself black and blue with bruises. To be honest, if I don’t make it out alive, maybe it’s for the better- the pain of all this will just end.

“What’s the day?” I sheepishly ask one of the men who waits inside my room every now and then. “Wednesday” I turn round on my bed and realise today was the day everyone was coming home. “If only they knew how much trouble I was in; they’d be able to help. But they didn’t have a clue. I guess James was right, this time there’s no one.

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