Caitlyn (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

It was too bright, I couldn’t open my eyes. Or better, the light was too bright. It meant, I wasn’t dead. Again. - Caitlyn Harris

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8. Chapter 8

Caitlyn's P.O.V.

"Please don't cry Caitlyn. I'm never gonna let anybody hurt you." He whispered in my ear. "And by the way, I'm sleeping her with you tonight. If you don't want me in your bed, I can sleep on the floor."

I giggled.

"You can sleep with me Niall." I laughed. "And thank you, thank you for everything."

"You're welcome." He replied. "But now, I have to take a look around the house and make sure every door is close. You're not safe here; I'll call Paul tomorrow and ask where we can move for a while. Just don't get out of this room; I don't want anything bad for you to happen."

I nodded my head in agreement.

If I had to be honest, I didn't want him to leave me at all. Even if I knew he was in a room next to the one I was in, I always felt like something would happen.

As soon as he left the room, I heard a noise behind the window.

It was too hot in the room and I needed fresh air, so it was a little bit open and I could hear everything what happened outside.

The door opened and I turned around to see him coming in with an evil grin on his face.

Is scared me.

"If you'll tell a word, it will hurt even more." He whispered laughing as he grabbed my hair and pushed me against the closet, what hurt like hell. He was drunk.

Again.

Then he took a knife out of his jacket and cut my cheeks, hurrying.

"You see what you caused, you slut?" He giggled as he continued tracing the knife through my neck and finishing by my chest.

He had much fun in hurting me, it was evident.

"Come on, move your fat ass." He said letting my hair go, or better pulling them out and throwing it into the puddle of my blood. He caught my wrist and squeezed it.

I heard Niall shutting the front door loudly.

"Caitlyn!" He shouted, his voice shivering.

"Ni-" I wanted to shout, but he clearly noticed it and covered my mouth with his other hand.

He forced me to jump out of the window.

Pain.

Being pulled I ran after him to his car. But because of tears I could barely see something. Instead of sitting next to or behind him, I landed in the boot.

He pushed me and I landed with my back. I groaned in pain.

He closed it and left me alone.

And this time I couldn't see anything. It was all black; I didn't even see my own hand.

I felt something hard, most probably glass. It was a bottle of beer. By no means it smelled like that.

It was awful; I couldn't feel anything but the taste of my own blood which flowed down my face. And the worst thing was I couldn't do anything to avoid it.

I was pretty sure we drove home. I didn't even know if I still could call it home. It was actually the place where I suffered the most in my life.

But I mostly thought about Niall. What will he do when he'll see the puddle of blood with my hair? Would he care? Or would he just clean it up?

Stop Caitlyn, he told he care.

I didn't want to watch his face anymore, but I couldn't stand the stench of beer and the taste of blood anymore.

Suddenly I felt the car stop. I was terrified about the idea of what could happen.

The boot's door opened and he grabbed my hand, throwing me out on the cold, hard ground.

I tried to adjust my eyes to the bright sun.

"Go inside, you worthless cunt!" He yelled, kicking me in the stomach.

"Let me at least stand up!" I cried out in pain, slowly standing on my legs.

I walked to his house and opened the door. It was a huge mess.

The stench was unbelievable, but beer was to smell the most. Empty bottles and rest of cigarettes lied everywhere. It was just disgusting.

The pieces of my broken guitar still lied on the floor. Tears filled my eyes. At once I thought about my mother. If she was here, she would never let anyone hurt me, I knew it.

But she wasn't. She couldn't help me. She couldn't protect me anymore. I was on my own now.

"Tell me," He whispered laughing, pulling me against the wall. Unfortunately I stepped on a piece of wood from my guitar with my bare foot, what caused the pain to get even worse. "why did you run away?"

Punch.

"Did I hurt you?"

Punch.

"I thought you were happy here."

Punch.

"You have to be punished, you slut." He giggled, slapping me.

The scars he left on my cheeks before weren't healed yet, so now they bled even more.

I couldn't stand the pain anymore. But I wasn't brave enough to punch or slap him. I didn't even have the courage to touch him.

The pain used to be a relief for me. But Niall made me believe that he really did care about me and it was the first time since my mother died when I felt loved. I so wanted him to be with me, I missed him.

"Go to the bedroom, and don't you dare move from there."

I couldn't do anything. I couldn't just run away from him; he would find me again and hurt me even more. I simply nodded sobbing, guessing what was going to happen.

And even if I didn't want it at all, I wasn't wrong.

As he came in, he pushed me on the bed and started touching me, well, everywhere. In a couple of seconds I didn't have anything more on me.

I begged him to stop, but he didn't care. I felt so uncomfortable.

And I think I don't need to describe anything else, what is done cannot be undone.

By my own father.

Pain.

Suffering.

Shame.

After that he left me alone in the bedroom, without saying anything. He knew that I was way too weak to move and couldn't go anywhere.

Then I think I blacked out.

...

"Wake up beaver." He yelled in my face. "I'm gonna do some work and come back afterwards, rules are the same. You run away, I find you, and kill you."

I nodded, tears falling down my cheeks.

He left the room, and I decided to stay in the bed and rest. I didn't even feel like taking a shower or cleaning my scars up, the headache I had was horrible, so I took a short nap.

I didn't sleep long, and woke up when I heard the door slam.

He was back.

"What if we called your boyfriend Niall and scared him a little?" He asked with his evil grin.

My eyes were filled with tears again. I wanted to hear Niall's voice; I wanted to have him by my side.

He took his phone and chose a number. It took me a while to realize that I was crying.

I heard a signal. Then a second.

And then my heart broke into pieces.

"Hello?" His voice was worried and tired, as if he just woke up or didn't sleep at all.

"You thought, didn't you? You thought it would be her!" He said, laughing at the end and hanging up.

I didn't understand anything.

Who was the other 'her'?

What was my father's 'work' he had to do before?

Did it have to do anything with Niall?

Why was his voice so worried?

DAMN.

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