Don't Let Me Go

Brielle never knew running away from her abusive mother would just lead to more and more drama. She's not a slut, she just can't help it. She's gullible. But what happens when her experiences turn her into a stone cold killer?


15. That's Sick!

I was sitting in Liam's dressing room with him sitting right in front of me. I really do look horrible, What am I doing to myself. I don't know and I don't care, I had lost everything I was grateful for. And now it's sitting right in front of me. 

"Come Home Please?"

"yeah" I can't what am I saying!? It's the Alchol speaking not me I don't want to hurt him. " Just take me home.... to my flat let me sober up First."  I could see the hurt look in his eye as he smiled through the Payne. (see what I did there? Sorry I couldn't help myself...XD) 

"Yeah of course. The concert is over anyway. Let's get you back" He called Louis in and together they helped me back to my flat. Louis took a good long look around the place. As soon as he had a good look at every inch He left without saying anything. I thought it was strange and then I let it go. Liam stayed and watched me fall asleep.

----------------Liam P.O.V-----------------------------------------

After she fell asleep a stayed sat there watching her. I started to cry, she looked so horrible, skin pale and white as a ghost. Her hair was all nappy and tangled, and the starvation was obvious, her ribs were showing and she was so skinny, it was so upsetting. I finally got up and cleaned the place it took forever. There was broken vodka and beer bottles and so many others, broken, shattered, Blood everywhere. I did the bathroom last. It was the worst. It was scary trying to imagine what had actually happened. I remembered how I had treated her at the hospital. The time she needed me the most. I swear to god I would have went out and murdered Harry right then and there, if I weren't so worried about her and why she had done that to me. She needed me and I wasn't there for her. I sat there just going through my thoughts when I finally pulled myself out, I finished cleaning and went to the kitchen to make her some breakfast. 

-----------------Louis P.O.V. ----------------------------------

I didn't like this. But I had no choice, If I didn't do this I would be killed, and if I did.... I would be hated by everyone. I don't want to die, so I have to. I got a good look at the place, every room, where everything was. Perfect. He'd Be happy. I left the building and went to my car, where I received a call from an unknown number, I already knew who it was. I hesitantly picked it up and from the other end came a deep voice that I knew had been disguised hiding the real voice behind it. 

"So, What do you go for me Louis?"

"I got in."

"Great so where is it?"

" Kingsford Estates, apartment 116. Do we have to do this? Liam's my friend and So is Bri, can't we jus-" I was cut off harshly by the cold voice at the end of the line.

"No. Louis I can't. That little whore has to pay. If you want to back down, that's fine. Just know that if you do, you can run, but you can't hide. I'll find you Louis and trust me it won't be pretty. Got it?" I started to shake, I really didn't want to do this.

"Fine. I'm sorry for crossing you." The person on the other end hung up. I sat in my car not knowing what to do. I finally started up the car and left.

-------------------Bri's P.O.V. -------------------

I woke up to the smell of biscuits and grave with bacon. My Favorite. My head hurt so bad. I sat up and looked around, I didn't know where I was for a minute because I didn't see broken glass and blood everywhere like I expected. What happened? I got up slowly and went to my bathroom looking in the mirror. The whole room sparkled and here I am looking like complete and utter shit. The only reason I did this to myself was because I lost Liam, and my baby. The memory of Harry and I in the kitchen tried to creep it's way into my thoughts but I pushed it back. Back to the way back of mind. That's when I noticed a bottle of extra strength Tylenol and a glass of water on the counter, whoever is here had left it for me. I took 2 pills and drank the water, then made my way downstairs. It's really hard to believe this is my apartment, it was so clean, the last time I saw it this clean was the day I moved in. The smell of food was getting to me. I slowly went into the kitchen afraid of who I would see. I stood in the doorway unable to speak. This must be a dream. Liam was standing at the stove cooking up a huge breakfast of all my favorite foods. It's reality, not a dream. This is really happening, but why? I thought he hated me. I never expected to see him again.  "W-what's going on?" He put the last of the food on the table and turned to face me.

"Good morning sleepy head, I made you breakfast'

"No, what are you doing here? You hate me!" His face instantly turned sad, I felt bad after the words had left my mouth. He came closer and with every step he took forward I took a step back. 

"What's wrong princess?" What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with him is more like it!

"Y-you. You're not supposed to be here! You hate me because I cheated on you! Why are you here,and why are you being so nice to me?!" I couldn't do this I sat down on my couch and pulled my knees to my chest. I was so confused, and the more and more I tried to think about it the more my head ache started to pound against my skull.

"You Don't remember do you?"

"I don't remember what?" I looked up at him as a started filling with emotions, I didn't know whether I should be mad that he's here and won't tell me why, Sad, that he's being so nice to me after I hurt him so badly, or surprised by all of this. Still No answer.

"LIAM WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DO I NOT REMEMBER?" He looked shocked that I was yelling. The anger was starting to overwhelm me and I could feel the blood in my veins start to boil. "TELL ME! LIAM! WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE? I HURT YOU AND I DESERVE TO BE ALONE HERE AND ROT! WHAT DID I DO? I NEED TO KNOW! NOW!" He was a bit taken aback and scared at my sudden rage. I instantly felt bad for yelling at him, it should be the other way around. I just can;t handle this. The tears started to form in my eyes, and my voive cracked as I softly spoke. "I'm Sorry" I burst out in tears. Soon I felt his arms wrap around me, as he pulled me close and I cried into his chest, speaking between sobs. "I'm so sorry for everything Liam, I really am. I don't deserve you and I don't deserve to live, because of what I've put you through. I'm stupid. I didn't mean to sleep with Harry. I really didn't the first time was a pure accident and I tried to tell him no, but after so long he started to threaten me. It wen't from little things like he would steal my food, to threatening to tell everyone I was sleeping with 4 different guys, Then he threatened he would hit me and it kept getting worse so I finally gave in. I couldn't help it and I'm really sorry but I just can't hurt you anymore that's why we can't be together anymore. I thi-" He cut me off quickly.

"Hey hey, I forgive you Bri, I do. I've seen what this is doing to you and I can't leave you like this. I want us to be together, it was hurting me just as much. And if you want to know what happened.,...look." He turned on the t.v. to the knew where the biggest story read. Liam Payne's Ex girlfriend and former secret mistress of the band mate's Harry Styles cause a commotion at the London 02 Arena last night. Reports have stated that, Brielle otherwise know as Bri, Walked onto the stage during the last song of the concert and punched Harry Styles, then was soon dragged off stage by Liam. Later pictures of Styles have showed a large bruise on the right side of his face. The only question that lies is Where are Liam and Brielle? What did I just see?

"Turn it off." He did as I asked and then turned to face me.  I pushed myself away from him.

" Princess what's wrong?"

"I-I can't do this. Liam, not again. If we get back together nothing will be the same. I love you and I always will but I don't want my stupid choices to effect you, hurt you more then I already have. It would be better if you just erased me from your life. Like I never happened." He looked hurt, really hurt. I couldn't keep his gaze and I looked away.

"Don't do this Bri. Please don't"

"I'm sorry Liam but I have to. I thin it's best if you leave."

"Fine. If it's what you really what you want. But before I go can you promise me one thing?" I looked into his amber eyes. "Let's not forget each other?" I felt my stomach clutch and tighten.

"L- liam I can't promise that. Y-You know I can't I just want you to go on and live your life and forget about me." I looked back up at him and as soon as I did he crashed his lips into mine. I can't do this. It's bad, but it's what I need. I made the kiss last so I could really remember it. I need him, I want him, but I can't have him. I pulled away and looked at him. He looked sad but he had a small hint of hope in his face. Like I would just forget about what I said and we could be together. Every inch of me wanted to do exactly that. But, I had to stay strong. "Bye Liam" I watched as the hope disappeared and was replaced by sadness. I died inside. This was hard. I wanted to grab his face and kiss it and tell him that I changed my mind but I didn't. I watched the last person that I will ever love, walk out my front door. I didn't cry I couldn't let myself be defeated I had to stay strong. 

I sucked it up and entered the kitchen and gobbled down the food. I was in the middle of my 3rd plate when a knock came at the door. I got up and went to the door expecting to see Liam. I opened the door. 

"Liam I meant i-" Nobody was there and I looked around. I noticed a small box at the for of the door and I picked it up. It was addressed to me. "strange. I didn't order anything." I picked it up and brought it inside setting it on the coffee table. I opened it up and inside was a card and a smaller box I picked up the card and read out loud. "Here's a precious Little gift for a Huge bitch. Enjoy and watch your back." I picked up the smaller box and opened it. Inside where a bunch of ashes. I was trying to figure out what it meant when I saw a label under the lid of the smaller box. "Name, Unknown. Age: unborn. Child of Brielle Montelle and Harry Styles." I realized what the ashes were. They were my baby. I threw up on the ground. This is sick. Whoever did his is fucking sick in the brain. 

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