He Loves Me Not

Paige has been torn over and over. Taken away from her family, lied to, and abused by her crazy boyfriend she is miserable. Will she be able to escape? Will she be reunited with her family? Will she be able to have a relationship after all she has been through? Will anything ever be the same?


10. Reunited At Last

Paige's POV

I was cooking dinner when I heard him come in. 
Door slammed. 
Heavy footsteps. 
"N-Nathan?" I called out, knowing it was him... And he was mad. 
"What is wrong with you?" He spat at me once he rounded the corner. 
I waited until he took off his boots and his holster with his gun and badge. 
"What do you mean?" I asked as optimistic as I could manage. 
"You fucking bitch! You're a pain in my arse, publishing fucking sob stories!" Nate roared. 
I looked around for something to defend myself with... Anything. 
"Don't you ever try and pull something like this again!" He continued, holding up a magazine. 
"Nate... What are you talking about?" I frowned. 
He shoved the cover in my face and I realized it was the story I had written... Anonymously. 
"Nate, what are you saying?" I smacked it away from my eyes.  
"I know you wrote this. You fucking bitch! I've given you everything! EVERYTHING!" He slapped me across the face. 
"You have given me nothing! You are a monster! You abuse me and are cruel!" I screamed back. 
"I love you and you just lie to me!" 
"I do what I need to survive!" 
"What is that? Sneak around behind my back... Text boys I don't know. Planning on sleeping with them I bet." He sneered. 
"I'd rather loose myself to them then to you." I hissed. 
Nate's face went red and he grabbed my neck. 
"Nate." I choked as he lifted me off the ground. 
"I loved you... You want to run away from me." He tightened his grip. 
"Nate. I can't breathe!" I struggled to scream.  
He slammed me to the ground and straddled my waist between his muscular legs. 
On the way down I knocked over the pot of hot water I was boiling, spilling heated liquid all over my body along with a heavy, metal pot. 
Burns. Instantly I felt the painful sensation of my skin bubbling and blistering from the burning hot pot and water. 
"Baby, I care about you! No one else would ever be able to care for someone as pathetic and fat as you!" He spat at me. 
I whimpered violently in pain as my breathing was shortened and the water tingled on my skin. It felt like thousands of needles were being impelled into my leg where the spill was. 
Nate released his hand, and I slumped to the ground in violent breaths. 
"Nate. I need to get water." I begged. 
"What, are you gonna call your aunt Helen and ask for some?" He sneered. 
My heart dropped. Harry was in my phone as aunt Helen so he wouldn't suspect anything. 
"Why are you talking about aunt Helen?" I swallowed. 
"Harry texted you from her number." He snapped, holding up my phone. 
"Harry is her son... She took him in from foster care last year." I whimpered. 
"You continue to lie to me!" He kicked my stomach. 
"Baby. I'm sorry." I clutched my gut. 
"You worthless. Fat. Ugly. Whore. You fucking bitch!" Nate screamed. 
Then he pulled out a knife. 
I didn't know what to do. 
I loved him. But he hurt me...
"Nate, Nate don't do it." I sobbed, salty tears flowing down my cheeks. 
"Why shouldn't I?" He demanded. 


I shuddered and looked down at my bloody hands. 
On my hands. 
I was awful. 
Tears streamed down my face as I ran to the golf course with my just in case I get to escape bag that I kept hidden. 
I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Liam, Niall, and Harry telling them I was ok. 

Liam instantly replied: 
"Where r u?!"
I answered:
"Going to take a train to the city." 
He gave up texting and ended up calling me. 
"Paige! Where the fuck are you and are you ok?" He gasped. 
"I'm in a cab right now." I whispered. 
"Are you ok?" He demanded. 
I looked down at my bloody side and frowned. 
"I will be." 
For the first time in forever, I actually meant what I said. 

"Liam! Liam come find me!" I sobbed into the phone, around half an hour later. 
"Where? I'm in the car!" He screamed. 
"I'm about to get off the train. But I can't move. It hurts too much." I cried out, clutching my side, drenched in blood. 
"I'm coming sweetie." He promised. I sighed, happy I was going to be ok. 


"Paige!" I heard pained screaming. 
My eyes squinted open and I saw the familiar eyes of my brother. 
"Liam." I smiled. 
"Paige, stay with me. I'm gonna get you to the hospital." He lifted me out of the seat and hugged me close. 
"You cut your hair." I accused, pointing at his new, cropped hair style. 
"Shhh. It's alright, love." He chuckled. 
I leaned against his warm shoulder and for once, I was actually relieved. 

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