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?


17. The First Cut

Paige's POV


Liam and I made a deal to go shopping tomorrow. I wasn't quite ready to meet the fans and paps just yet. 
The boys had to go to an interview, but they didn't want to leave me alone, so Niall stayed behind. 


I wandered into the kitchen and slumped into a tall swiveling chair. In front of me laid a set of knives the boys had used the night before for cooking dinner. Without thinking I picked a sharp one up and admired the sharp blade. 
As I moved it, the sunlight from the window bounced off the shiny metal and shone in my eyes. 
"Paige?" I heard Niall call out, looking for me. 
I ignored him and brought the point to my skin. Gently I traced around my arm, my arm hairs prickling. 


How easy it would be to end myself. To stop all my pain and suffering with a few strong strokes of the tool in my hand. 
I was mesmerized as I painted imaginary swirls on my thigh. So much pain... So easy to fix it all. 
"It could end." I muttered to myself in amazement, tightening my grip on the knife handle. 
"Everything could stop... No more pain." I realized, lowering the tip to my thigh. 
I bit my lip and applied pressure to the pointy object, creating a sensation in my leg. I watched in awe as a bit of red blood pooled out onto my leg. 
"Paige?" I heard someone yelling, but I didn't lessen the pressure. 
I swiped the blade across my fat thigh, hoping to feel better. 

Surprisingly, as the crimson liquid dripped down my leg, I did. 






"Paige? What the fuck are you doing?" Niall gasped, staring at me. I clutched the knife and looked at my bloody hands... It was the second time blood was on me, just like the night I escaped. I blinked back tears and struggled to remember what happened. 
The dried blood was dull against my bony fingers, painfully reminding me of how awful I was. 
"Paige, are you alright?" Niall asked quietly. 
"W-who did I hurt?" I whispered, tears stuck to my cheeks. 
He held my face and looked me in the eyes. Our blue eyes bore into each other. 
"You." He said, glancing at my bloody hands and legs. 

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