The Cousin of a Pop Star (l.h.)

What if you were able to travel on a world tour?
What if you met your idol?
What if you played truth or dare with him?
What if he keeps a big secret?
What if you were the cousin of a pop star?

© 2014-2016 michaelstacosxx


19. Mark Daley

Pam's POV

The sound of his voice sent shivers through my spine.
"You might already know where I am since your stupid little friend saw me. That wasn't supposed to happen. No, no. But neither was the fact of hitting her with my car..."

"YOU did that to Clary? You... How could you? How...?" I yelled at the screen.

"He can't hear you, Pamela. It's a recording." Zayn placed his hand in one of my shoulders from behind me.

"How far do I have to go? How much things do I have to do? You know... This is all your fault." He seemed to know I'd question that statement because then he said: "Yes, your fault. If you had accepted to actually be with me; if you hadn't been such a bitch with me... I liked you so much, Pam. You know? I was enchanted by you. But then I discovered you didn't felt the same way about me and my heart broke. Still, I had a little bit of hope. When my patience got to its limit, well, we could have enjoyed that night so much more if you hadn't ran away, sweetie."

"What's talking about, Pamela?" Luke asked standing up.

I remembered that night. 
It was a nightmare that haf been haunting me almost for a year.
I still could see it all clearly within my tears.
The night that he tried to rape me.


"Let me go! Let me go, please!" I cried.

The man who had kidnapped me just laughed at me. I couldn't see his face; it was covered. 

"Who are you?" 

"The man who's going to make this night the best one of your life." When he talked, I recognized him.

"M...Mark? Why are you doing this to me?" I muttered.

"Why?" He pulled the mask out of his head and I saw the anger, the frustration, the hurt in his eyes. "Because you never gave me the chance I deserved. I loved you a lot and you never cared. You never cared about how I felt. How you looked like you were laughing at me."

"I never laughed at you. I told you that I didn't felt the same way as you did. I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, but this is not the way of fixing things up."

"Oh, no, my dear," An evil smile appeared on his face and I knew that something bad was about to happen. "you see? I'm not trying to fix things up. I'm not that stupid little boy whos heart would race everytime he saw you or suffer when he was alone beacuse you didn't liked him as much as he did. No, no. Today... I'm planning to enjoy this night by making you mine. Then you'll have no option."

"Wh..what are you talking about?" I asked even thought my brain had already understanded what he meant.

I cried again as he slowly walked towards me. I begged him not to get close to me. He ignored me.

He leaned in and kissed me. Then he started pulling my clothes out of my body and kissing my neck. It felt gross.

I had an idea.

My legs were free so I kicked him between his legs and he fell down screaming of pain. 

After quickly picking up my blouse, I punched him in the nose, which started bleeding instantly and ran away.

I found stairs and got to the top in less than 3 seconds. My head turned everywhere looking for a door or an entrance where I could go through to get out of that dark and abandoned place. I guess it had been a pretty house some years ago.

My eyes found a window and I don't know how I was out of that horrible place in less than a minute.

When I was going through it I heard steps coming from the steps. I was so scared. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest and the tears fell down my cheeks.

Outside, it was dark and full of trees without leaves. I ran the fastest I had ever did in my whole life until I found a road.

I hyperventilated as I didn't had an idea of which direction to take. I was so blind because of the tears that it took me a minute to realize I knew that place.

I had driven with my family by that street hundreds of times when I went to my uncles' house.

Joy was what I felt in that moment. 

I ran to the left for a lot of time. I was tired, but that didn't stopped me. The sound of Mark's steps following me made me run faster and faster until I found the house. 

Just 3 meters away from the porch, a shadow fell over me. Luckily, I could scream at the top of my lungs before he covered my mouth with his hand.

"Where do you think you're going, honey? I wasn't done yet. Didn't you parents taught yout it's a bad gesture to interrupt people?"

He was about to kiss me again when I heard a shot. "GET OFF OF MY NIECE, YOU, BASTARD, OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

The next thing I know is that my uncle was standing over Mark, who was holding his right arm tightly with his hand covered with bood, pointing his gun to his chest and my aunt was holding my face and checking if I hadn't been hurt.

Niall came running out of his house and walked directly to my kidnapper to punch his stomach making him fall to the floor again and jumped over him to punch him on the face several times. I'm pretty sure he broke his nose and to be honest I was glad about it.

My uncle had to grab his son's arms to hold him back from keep on hurting him more."Niall, he already has a broken nose and a shot arm. Leave him alone and let the police do what they want with him."

"Yeah, sure, like if I'm going to believe that you actually called the police." Mark said.

"Don't believe me. Believe in your sight when you see that police car that's already here."

Niall came to me and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He started crying and so I did. There were too much emotions for one night.

He pulled back but jept on holding me by my arms and looked down at me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "I was so scared, Niall."

"I know, sweetie. I know." he hugged me again. "You're safe now."

The policemans took Mark with them and my uncles and Niall lead me inside their house. My cousin took me to his room and layed me on his bed covering me with his blue blankets after I finished the cup of relaxing tea my aunt had made for me.

Niall was about to leave whe I called him asking if he could stay with me. I was too afraid to be alone.

He layed beside me and hugged me pressing my head to his chest.

End of Flashback

A year and a half had passed from that. I had been on therapy and the psicologist almost for a year until I was finally okay again.

Now he was back.

"Pam?" Niall asked. 

I wrapped my arms around him just like I had done the other night.

"Turn that off. Right now." He ordered.

Mark's face was gone from the screen, but it was still on my mind.


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