My Bullysitters **Contest Entry**

Copyright © "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words really hurt me. Keeping quiet and fake smiles are my specialties. With all the pain you cause me I just want to say I'm done. And oh, congratulations, I guess this means you've won."
All I wanted was to be happy, but I guess that was too much to ask for...

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8. Consequences...

Katie's P.O.V

 

I'm such an idiot! I should have known better than to run from them. I know there's no way to avoid them forever, I might as well just turn myself into them now.

And that's exactly what I did.

I slowly made my way down the stairs, fear striking with each step as I got closer to the ground floor. I could hear the telly in the living room, figuring my best bet was to find them there. I found myself to be correct as four scary males occupied the room, not even noticing my presence, that is until I spoke.

"I-I'm so sorry for making you angry." I said, tears already rolling down my cheeks.

Each head snapped in my direction at the sound of my voice, a look of what I guessed to be shock and anger.

"Grab her!" Liam yelled, jumping off the couch, the other boys scrambling to their feet as well.

I only stood there, knowing my choice to run again would make things utterly horrid, if it hasn't already come to that.

I was immediately grabbed, one boy per arm and one behind me. Their grip seemed as if it were cutting off my circulation. I was then thrown onto a couch, surrounded by my worst nightmares. 

"What did you think was going to happen?" Liam asked, a huge smirk plastered on his face. "That your little apology would fix everything? That we would let you off?" His face was now inches from mine, basically scaring me to death. "Don't count on it, babe. We're going to give you hell for the next three months." He evilly spoke. "Louis!"

"Yeah?"

"Fetch me my black bag. We're going to have some fun." The look on his face brought worry throughout my body.

Louis bounded down the hall, retrieving just what Liam had asked for.

"Here ya go." He said, setting the bag at Liam's side. He instantly pulled out a large rope, smirking at me in the process.

"Can we see your room?" Liam asked, forcing me up. He pushed my back, ordering me to lead them to his requested destination. I got more uneasy as we walked through my door, Liam looking around. "There." He said, pointing to my bathroom.

I was shoved in, instantly falling onto the tiled floor. I watched with horror and confusion as Liam threw the rope over the rod holding my shower curtain. He then motioned for the boys to bring me over.

"You know," he said while tightly tying my wrists. "I was actually considering being easy with you before coming over." I winced as he finished tying the knot, giving it a nice tug as to make sure it would stay. "But then you went and angered me." He smirked. He then grabbed my face again, my blue eyes meeting his dark ones. "Bad girl." He then pushed me backwards causing me to fall into the tub, the tightness of the rope paining my already aching wrists. I was then beat, each of the boys taking turns before all ganging up on me. I cried out in pain as they had their fun. Being unable to run, I was forced to lie there. I was then shoved again, my forehead smacking the end of the water pipe. I watched with fear as I saw red droplets of blood make their way onto the white surface of the tub.

"Look at you!" Liam shouted. "You're filthy. I won't have any of that at the dinner table while I'm around." He then turned on the cold water, letting it run from the shower head. "Come down when you're cleaned up." He spat while walking out, one of the other boys spitting at me before following him.

I lied there under the freezing water, my body feeling too numb to move. I somewhat wished that I would catch my death by freezing right here, but knew it wouldn't happen. I painfully pulled myself up, unsure on how I was going to get this rope off. I used my foot to shut the shower off before I anxiously began struggling to free myself. My wrists finally slipped out of the wet rope after what felt like a life time. They also stung like fire.

I then went and changed into some sweats, along with one of Niall's old shirts that I had stolen. My hair was tied into a low ponytail before slinging it to rest over my shoulder. I walked into my bathroom, instantly beginning to cover up my wounds with make-up. Once satisfied, I made my way downstairs.

"Oh my God, it lives!" Zayn announced as I entered the kitchen.

All eyes were on me as I awkwardly stood in the kitchen, not sure if I was even aloud to sit in my own home.

Liam walked up to me, grabbing my wrists and inspecting them.

"Ouch." I said, wincing at his touch on the tender skin.

He then smirked at my reaction, dropping my wrists back to my side.

"Take a seat, love. Dinner's almost ready. Now ahead of time I had planned on you cooking for us, but Niall left specific instructions on not letting you use the stove." He said as I sat on a stool at the end of the island.

One time! I thought, annoyed and somewhat relieved Niall had done that. At least I don't have to be their personal chef.

"What are you, five? You can't even use the stove?!" Harry exclaimed, giving me an odd look.

"Sorry." Was all I managed to awkwardly get out.

Dinner was soon devoured by the four boys, as I more or less picked at mine. I didn't really have an appetite at the moment, and I was also afraid of what could have been put in my meal. I was then instructed to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After that I was to report I was done, then go stay in my room and not bug them. I was also advised not to lock my door, or I would defiantly regret it.

I guess it's safe to say I had trouble sleeping. I was a wreck.

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