My Hopeless Hope - A One Direction FANFICTION

Three years after her family tragedy, Jamie battles more than her own guilt. With no one to fall on but her abusive boyfriend, her problems get worse. After she escapes, will she find someone to protect her? Or will her boyfriend find a way to snake her way back into her life? (Based off of One Direction) WARNING: Contains self harm, eating disorder, language, and cases of rape.

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1. Hopeless Freedom

(Jamie's POV)

I woke up, hearing slurred laughs and hush voices. Great. I got up and replaced my short shorts with yoga pants and put a PINK sweatshirt over my tank top. I sighed when I looked in the mirror. Pathetic. I was fit, very fit. Only because running and hard work took these dark thoughts from my head. I still poked and prodded, finding imperfection with every glance of my tan skin. With a disgusted scoff and shake of my long brown wavy hair, I finally removed my eyes from the mirror and headed silently downstairs to grab my running shoes. I needed to get out.

After slipping on my shoes, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. "There you are!" I spun around to see my drunken boyfriend smiling at my chest. "Come here, don't you want show Danny how much you love him?" he slurred.

I backed away, finally hitting the wall. This pathetic excuse of a man was all I had left. My family had been taken in the sudden house fire. I didn't have any close relatives, so Dan was all I had to fall back on. But I had stayed for far too long. He was never abusive when we first met. When I denied him my 'V card', it all changed. He forced me from there on out. He convinced me I was good enough and should be lucky to have him. So I followed him around like a lost puppy for the past three years.

My distance daze gave him an advantage. He was suddenly pressed harshly upon me. I thrashed and pulled. "Get off!" I pleaded.

His rough lips crashed down onto mine. His hands pinning mine above my head. He pulled back and smiled at me. He was fit, and had short dark hair with natural highlights from the sun, a toned body with ripped muscles from being a lifeguard for years and the bright green eyes. His large hands squeezed my breasts forcefully. I whimpered in pain, earning a moan from him. As his hand tried to roam my lower region, I lifted my knee, and in his blissful state, was able to knee him harshly in the jewels.

I ran up to my room, and grabbed my already packed duffel bag, stuffing my ipod, wallet, and phone in it. I ran back down the stairs, seeing a straight shot to the door. As my hand touched the knob I was violently yanked back by my hair.

"YOU LITTLE WHORE!" He exclaimed. He threw two kicks into my already sore stomach before hosting me up to look at him. "I should have never saved you from that fire. I should have let you burn slowly, just like your parents."

Anger flooded me and I spit in his face. I was quickly backhanded and fell to the hard floor. My already bruised face throbbed. I looked over to see him walking towards me. I kicked his ankle, making him tumble to the ground. I quickly got up, and ran out the door. Freedom. FreedomFinally.

As I ran down my street, I took a turn and headed into town. I ran hard. My legs started feeling the familiar slow burn and I eagerly welcomed it. As I turned the corner, I froze as I saw Dan's car speeding towards me. I turned around, pushing people as I filed through them. I turned towards an alley that would lead me to a small coffee shop. I was shocked to feel warm tears drip down my face as I pushed my aching body forward. Weak, I thought.

I look back as I rounded the corner as I ran harder. So close to being safe- BAM. The wind was knocked out of me as I fell lifelessly to the ground. I tried to stand up, but between exhaustion and soreness from today's event, I crumpled with a cry to the ground. I squinted up to see a figure looming over me.

"Please…don't," I begged hoarsely.

My short found freedom was hopelessly over.

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