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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4. Life Line

(Jamie's POV)

I woke up to the sounds of light strumming from a guitar. Not only was it calming, but it was beautiful.

I smiled-bad life choice. Pain shot through my face and I flinched, moaning in discomfort. There was a loud mismatched sound from the guitar, then pairs of feet rushing towards me. Oh no. I opened my eyes to see two figures running towards me. I rolled over, trying to stand, but ended up slamming to the floor. I let out a sharp cry and tried clawing myself forward.

"Hey!" Someone shouted.

No! I was so close to getting away, don't stop me now! I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, trying to flip me over. Too late.

I covered my face when I was rolled over. "Please, please!" I begged hoarsely. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I felt hands clamp down on my ankles. My stomach protested every moment. I opened my eyes widely and stared down at the stranger. "Please, not again! Not again!"

I heard shushing in my ear that I tried to ignore. "Everyone stop touching her!" Someone finally shouted. "Obviously it's make her upset." I looked upward to see a guy smiling down at me. He looked super tan with his slick back hair, and his smile was breathtaking.

"Sorry," he apologized, "They just didn't want you to hurt yourself further. Do you mind if I help you up?" He said, offering his arms. I slightly hesitated before shaking my head.

After he settled me on the couch, they sat on the floor in front of me. I looked at them petrified. What could they want from me? Finally, a cute curly haired guy spoke up. "Hello!" He said sitting forward, as he did so, I moved back. He frowned, but then shook it off, replacing it with a cheerful smile. "I'm Harry. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm hoping I made a good first impression!" He said with a wink. I felt the edges of my mouth turn up slightly.

Next, the darker one, who reminded me of Jersey Shore smiled. "I'm Zayn, by the way." He said in a heavy Bradford accent. I smiled back at him. Another one leaned forward, one I haven't seen before. "I'm Liam, and you are?" He questioned with a cock of his head.

My hands suddenly felt clammy, I looked to the floor. I was almost embarrassed for being put on the spot. I took a deep breath, and was about to speak up, when the gorgeous one I remembered from the coffee shop spoke up. "It' okay, darl. You can tell us after you get to know us first." He smiled brightly at me. I felt my cheeks blush, betraying me. "I'm Louis and I'm so sorry for bumping into you earlier today. I should really watch where I'm-".

He didn't get to finished because I leaped forward in my seat, scaring most of them who flinched back before stumbling across a hurried explanation. "No, no. It's me who was at fault. I was running and wasn't paying attention. I'm so sorry about your coffee. I probably burned you. Are you okay?" Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of hurting him. But I didn't dare let them spill over.

He laughed shakily at me. "Of course I'm alright! It's you who I should be worried about." I sat back as I felt all five pairs of eyes suddenly glued on me. Here we go, I thought. "You said you fell and hurt yourself. You injuries are pretty bad for falling, is that all that happened?" Zayn asked quietly. They all leaned in slightly, waiting for my reply.

To their shock, I laughed. They looked at me like I was crazy before planting on a confused smile. "Sorry," I apologized, "I can be quite clumsy. When I said I fell, I meant I fell…" I paused, trying to think of something that would have caused more damage. "…down the stairs." I saw Louis shoot Zayn a dubious look. Shit. They weren't convinced.

I quickly decided to change the subject. "I'm sorry, thank you for letting me stay but I really should get going. I didn't mean to intrude." I stood up and tried walking away, but all too soon the room started to sway and that familiar pain came back. Two pair of hands grabbed my shoulder. "Not so fast." Zayn said. "Let's sit down and have another chat." Louis suggested.

I didn't object when they placed me down on the couch, again. "First off, what's your name love?" One of them asked. "Jamie" I said softly. "Well, Jamie," Zayn said, "We decided it's best if you kept you here while you recovered." Louis quickly added with, "If you don't mind of course."

I sighed and placed my head in my heads. I heard some whispering and when I pulled my head back up, Louis was the only one in the room. "You can talk to me Jamie. Look, I know what happened wasn't an accident. I'm here to help you. You can trust me." He gave me a sympathetic smile and a light squeezed of my hand.

When I looked down at his hand on mine, I noticed my bracelets were gone. I quickly snatched my hand away, ignoring the hurt look in his eyes. "N-no," I shuddered. "You're wrong." I lied. You can't trust him. You can't trust anyone, I reminded myself.

My eyes opened in shock when I felt a warm tear trickle down my cheek. So weak. I looked down in disgust. I'm just bothering these people. Suddenly, a large hard came sweeping down towards my face. I gasped loudly, and scrambled away from it, basically throwing myself in Louis's lap. I hid my face in his chest, trying to stop my body from shaking.

I peeked up to see Zayn slowly backing away, arms raised as if he were surrendering. He gave a small frown and a quiet apology before leaving the room again. He was just going to wipe your tear away, calm down.

I then realized I was sitting on Louis. But he didn't seem to mind. He had his arms around me, rubbing circles in the small of my back. For once I felt safe. Safe from the world. I sighed contently, before falling asleep.

I awoke with a start, looking around at nothing that looked familiar. "Louis," I said quietly. Scaring me, Harry's head popped up next to the bed. He smiled brightly. "Not Louis, but something much better!" He said happily. I laughed. "Can I have some water?" I asked. "You can have water, or candy, or anything you like!" Harry said cheerfully.

He helped me out of bed, but when I got to going down the stairs, I started to stumble. Suddenly I was brought up into his arms. "There we go! Don't want my pretty girl to take a fall for the worst!" I lightly swatted his chest.

When we got downstairs, he handed me a glass of water. "Oh, hello!" The blond turned around. "I'm Niall. Do you want something to eat?" He said in-between bites of food. I smiled at him. "No thanks. Not hungry." He threw a concerned look at Harry who shrugged his shoulders.

I suddenly felt dizzy and started to drink my water. I put my head down on the counter, taking deep breaths. It wasn't helping. Memories started flooding back.

"Come back here you whore!" Dan shouted while angrily chasing me. I tripped and he gripped my ankle. "Oh no you don't!" He roughly turned me over, pinning me down on my back. He ripped my shirt off, and tugged on my jean shorts. I tried to scream but nothing came out. "Help!" I tried to yell, but it came out as a squeak. Dan pulled down my shorts before unbuckling his belt. "You're MINE. Do you understand that?" He pulled down his boxers, revealing his large member. He swiftly pushed inside me. I screamed. The pain was unbearable. It felt like I was being ripped apart on the inside. I built up my scream when-

"Jamie!" Harry shouted. It was too late. I pushed his arm off of my arm and ran, stumbling up the stairs. I felt someone almost grab me. "Don't touch me!" I roared. I heard Niall calling for Louis as I crashed into the walls, losing my already unstable balance.

I made my way into the bedroom I woke up in, slammed and locked the door. I heard hurried footsteps racing up the stairs. I quickly located my duffel bag, and opened the front pocket which contained my life line. I opened the bathroom door, and huddled in the bathtub. I pulled my sleeve up.

Slice- You're a whore.

Slice- Look how many lives you've ruined.

Slice- Worthless.

Slice- You deserved it.

I paused, hearing slamming on the door. Blood was freely pouring out of my arm. I managed to get out of the bath tub and pulled myself up to the sink. I rinsed my arm off before I heard Louis's cry. "Jamie! Please, let us in love. I just want to help you." The rest chimed in with 'what's wrong' and 'please come out'. I slowly made my way over to the door.

As I turned the knob to unlock the door, there was sudden silence. I could barely hear myself breathe. Slowly the door knob turned and opened, revealing Louis and the boys. "I'm sorry," I cried. Tears I've been holding back finally streamed down my cheeks. Louis stepped forward and I gladly fell into his arms exhausted. He fell to the floor with me. The rest of the boys started to leave before I saw Niall crouch down next to me, his face stricken with horror. Without blinking he picked up my sweatered arm, which was now soaked with red. "Oh my god." He muttered.

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