Broken Pieces

Rose and Harry used to be inseparable. As Rose's older brother, he always looked out for her and they did everything together - not a secret kept from either of them. But when Harry became famous, he practically forgot about Rose. She didn't even receive a text or call from him on her birthday. What happens when the boys take a break from the tour and all stay in the ginormous house that Rose owns and used to share with Harry? What happened to Rose while Harry was gone? Will things go back to the way they were? Or are there too many broken pieces to put the puzzle back together?

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5. New Bruises *warning strong content*

Rose POV

Harry screws up everything. I know from the moment that Jason takes my hand that I'm going to be paying for this later. I make tea because Jason tells me to leave, even though it only sounds like a suggestion. I make it the way that Jason likes it because if I don't it will make things worse for me.

When I get back to the living room I hand Jason the cup of tea and he drinks it while talking to Harry some more. When Jason finishes I put the cup in the sink and head upstairs. I pack make up and my cell phone along with extra clothes that I stuff in the purse. 

As I reach the bottom, I glare at Harry and then force a smile to Jay. He wraps an arm around my waist and says good bye to Harry before we leave the house. He opens the passenger door for me and I climb in, not buckling up yet.

He walks around to the other side and climbs in. "Babe," I start to apologize. He slaps me across the face before starting the engine. The slap has so much force that tears involuntarily spring to my eyes and I don't bring me head up.

"Shut up," He growls, beginning the drive to his house. I had gotten used to this. Every time I did something wrong I got hurt. I knew that some things weren't my fault - and that even the things that were my fault didn't make me eligible for abuse. But, Jason threatened me time and time again, every time I even THOUGHT about telling someone or trying to get away. It just became part of the stress that I have to deal with. 

We pull up to Jason's house and I follow him into his house as he slams the car door behind me. He grabs my wrist and tugs me into his house, slamming the front door once we are both inside. "Jason I'm sorry," I say, putting my bag down and knowing what's coming. 

He pushes me against the wall and punches my face. "You have a fucking brother?" He yells. More tears spring to my eyes. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He demands. I shift my head to look at him and nod. He throws me on the ground and I know my arm will have a new bruise, along with my face. 

"Get upstairs," He commands, picking me back up by my hair. I stumble up the stairs with him pushing me from behind. I head into his bedroom. "Get undressed," He says, sitting on the couch. 

"Babe I-"I start. He reaches down and grabs my leg, pulling it up so I fall. He kicks me in the stomach twice.

"Don't talk back to me Bitch. Get undressed," He yells, pulling out a blade from the inside of his jacket. I struggle to catch my breath as I take off my sweatshirt and pull my tank top over my head. I slide my sweats off and strip my undergarments. "On the bed," He says. My eyes overflow with tears. "Rose." He warns. I sit on the edge of the bed and look down, knowing that he's taking off his clothes. 

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