My Hopeless Hope - A One Direction FANFICTION

Three years after her family tragedy, Jamie battles more than her own guilt. With no one to fall on but her abusive boyfriend, her problems get worse. After she escapes, will she find someone to protect her? Or will her boyfriend find a way to snake her way back into her life? (Based off of One Direction) WARNING: Contains self harm, eating disorder, language, and cases of rape.


3. Pieces

(Louis POV)

I suddenly felt so terrible for making a huge deal out of my spilled coffee. This poor girl! As I scooped her up to carry her to the car, I paused when she cried out in pain, thinking I was at fault, but she just continued to hold her stomach. She was light, easy to carry, and I noted her small frame almost instantly. When I looked down, I saw that she had finally sur-come to the pain, and had become unconscious, her head resting on my shoulder.

When we entered the car, I placed her head on my lap and allowed her the space to stretch out. As I cocked my head to the side, I admired her beauty. Her hair was a mess, different pieces of hair tucked to make a messy bun. She only wore some mascara, which was now smudged around her eyes. I looked closer at her bruises, seeing that she couldn't have gotten these from just falling.

As I played the events over in my head, I remember her frantically clutching her stomach. Thinking she was terribly hurt, I slowly eased up her sweat shirt and grasped loudly at what I saw. Harry and Zayn both turned around to see what happened. Her stomach was painfully bruised and it moved up through her rib area. There was a lump on her side that I dared not to touch.

I looked at Harry and Zayn, not knowing what to do. Then I realized Harry was still driving. I reached up and slapped his head. "Ow!" He cried while rubbing the top of his head. "Eyes on the road, Harry! The last thing we need is to get into an accident!" He grunted in reply to my remark. Zayn turned back to me, keeping her eyes on the girl and said, "I should call Ed, give him some time to get to the house." I nodded in agreement.

Ed was a good friend to all of us. After he became a doctor, he became our personal caretaker whenever something happened, so we didn't have to get involved in the press. He would surely know how to fix this girl, right?

As we pulled into our house, I quickly got out and came around the car to get the girl. Harry had practically already run inside, but Zayn stayed close, closing the door behind me. When we got inside, I decided to lay her on the couch, not knowing exactly what else to do. "Harry," I called, "Can you grab a water bottle while you are over there?" I already had a towel from the sink, trying to gently wipe of the dried blood on her face. Doing so also pulled of the light make-up she had on, reveling the extent of her injuries.

"Oh God." The three of us looked over to see Liam and Niall standing in the doorway. "What happened?" Niall asked quietly. I was about to explain our story when a light tap knocked on the door. After letting Ed in, we all went upstairs and waited.

"So what are we going to do with her?" Harry proposed after we told Liam and Niall what happened. "Well," Zayn started, "from looking at her bag, I would guess she's running away, or moving around a lot. We can offer her to stay here til she gets better. We have tons of space anyways." We all nodded in agreement. I sighed, "I just hope she is willing to talk to us. Whatever happened was obviously traumatic. Every time we moved or even breathed she would flinch away from our touch." I didn't even know this girl and yet I had such an urge to keep her safe. I had an eerie feeling whenever I thought of her bruises. How could someone hit her? Anger flared inside me.

Suddenly, Ed walked through the door, his face grim. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I can obviously see that this wasn't an accident like she told you. The bruising around her neck can be comparable to the force of a large hand. Although I though many of her injuries were old, her face and stomach started swelling. Whether something happened this morning, or from running into you, I can't say." He shook his head in disgust. "I gave her some fluids, but that's all I can do. She needs a lot of rest."

"What about her stomach? Did she break anything? It looked worse than my nose when SOMEBODY hit me with a bat!" Harry exclaimed, glaring accusingly at Liam. "Hey, when you hear someone breaking things in the kitchen at 3 a.m., the last thing you think of is that they're trying to make cookies!" All of us laughed at the memory. Harry's poor broken nose was crooked for a week. "Speaking of broken," Zayn chimed in, "What happened to her side? Is it broken?" Ed sighed, his orange hair shaking slightly. "It was." I looked at him confused. "It was broken, and was never correctly fixed. So now if just slightly protrudes from her side." Harry's face went pale.

As if this information wasn't enough, Ed continued with, "Also, I took her bracelets, shirt, and pants off to see if there was further damage. She has scars, that look very self-inflicted. Some look years old, some look weeks old. I'll leave some anti-depressants as well as pain killers, but the depressants won't kick in for about a week. Just please be careful with her. Obviously her past made her very fragile."

We all headed downstairs in hopes to save this girl. Maybe if we learn a bit about her past, it will help put all these pieces together.

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