My bully's boyfriend...

People would just knock me down. But I still get up. I dust my pants off and try not to let those hurtful things get to me.


18. Jinx

I think I may have jinxed myself. Shit.

I'm scared to death. I'm holding my breath, scared of what's going to happen now.

I pushed him away and started running but I was pulled back by Niall's dad grabbing my waist.

"NIALL! NI-" My mouth was covered my a hand that held a smell of strong alcohol I've never smelt before let alone had.

"Shut up and it won't hurt." he growled lowly into my ear.

Hurt? What won't hurt? Is he going to hurt me? Well, of course, he most likely would in this situation.

The man who held a tight grip on me then pushed me against the wall. I fight with all the strength I had, even though I know I'm weak. I just needed to get away from him.

I had tears falling and my nose hurt from smelling the amount of alcohol that was drenched in him. I let out sobs, praying that he won't do what I'm thinking he would do.

After looking at me like I was some piece of meat a lion would go for, he started unbuttoning the onesie I was wearing. My hands flew straight to the unbuttoned buttons trying to button them back up.

"No. No. No, don't do this to me. Please, don't." I managed to sob out.

He hushed me by putting his pointer finger against my lips. I swatted his hand away but was returned with a slap across my face.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." he growled again, trying another attempt to unbutton the buttons.

My tears were still flowing, and my hands keep flying to the unbuttoned buttons that he kept opening.

"Just stop! NIALL! NIALL, HEL-" I yelled at the top of my lungs but was greeted with yet another slap across the face from John.

"Just shut the fuck up already!" Giving up with unbuttoning the suit slowly, he ripped it open and shoved his hand up my shirt.

"Mmmm, you feel good." He mumbled.

I am literally shaking, my hands can't physically do anything anymore.

Suddenly I feel the weight in front of me being pulled away. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see where the man went. Then I heard something crack.

I opened my tear-filled eyes to see Niall on top of his father beating him.

Honestly, I was shocked to see Niall beating someone, especially his father. He threw punches in all directions - ribs, face, chest, legs, even the downstairs area.


I tried pulling Niall off, but he shoved me off, making me land on my butt and my hands flying into the smashed glass Karen left there earlier.

"AG-" He looked back at me and hopped off and came to me.

"Shit!" I mumbled, removing my hands quickly away from the glass. There was blood was starting to come through already.

"Fuck, Rosie! Why'd you have to land there?" he said sounding pissed off. He quickly slipped an arm around my waist and another under my legs, picking me up bridal style and walking to a room on the other side of the house. When we left, I saw John get up with blood running down the side of his face and at the bottom his nose. Good job.

My hand was still stinging and there was a bit more blood than there was the last time I checked.

He closed the door behind him as soon as we entered and placed me in a sitting position on a bench. He helped me button up my suit before he walked over to one of the cupboards and found a first aid kit.

He sighed as he placed the kit on the bench. "Give me your hand." his voice raspy.

I gave him my left hand, the one I landed on in glass as he carefully examined it. He looked in the kit for something and pulled out what looked like alcohol wipes. "It's going to sting, so..uh...stay put."

He ripped open the small packet with his teeth and pulled out the small wipe. He opened it up and carefully placed it on the rather large wound on my hand. I frowned a bit, at the stinging sensation that was present on my hand. I held my breath and closed my eyes, waiting for it to go away.

"You can open your eyes now." he chuckled. I did as I was told and looked at my hand. The blood had been washed away from my hand now. "I'm just going to get the glass out." Niall said as he held up a pair of tweezers in his hands. He grabbed a stool high enough for me to put my hand on his lap as he adjusted the light above him to focus on getting out the glass.


Niall's POV

I woke up with someone screaming my name. But I couldn't be bothered getting up, so I just left it. I heard them calling again not long after. I decided to get up to see what was going on, but when I sat up, Rosie wasn't next to me. Fuck!

I ran downstairs and saw that John was fucking all over her. I pulled him off with so much force, he fell back on his arse. I threw punches in all directions, anywhere and everywhere. He tried to throw some at me, but I dodged them all. Someone tried to pull me off but I shoved them off. I looked back to see Rosie on her butt and some glass behind her. I got up and went to her, picking her up bridal style and took her to the nurse room after asking why she landed in the glass.

I've just finished getting the glass out of Rosie's left hand and bandaged it up. There was some tiny glasses here and there but mostly at the bottom of her palm. I honestly felt bad for when I pushed her back. I didn't know who was trying to get me off John, it's just he was hurting Rosie and I couldn't bear to see anyone hurt her. No one can hurt her. What's mine, is mine. And if they hurt her, then they better watch out.

I've carried her bridal style to my bedroom, closed and locked the door once we were inside. I held her and placed her on my lap. Rosie was still awake, she just hasn't said a word since the incident.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into her neck and kissed it.

"I-It took y-you a while t-to come down." she said, stuttering over almost every word with nervousness

Rosie's POV

"I'm sorry." he said again, kissing my neck. I'm such a wreck after what had happened.

"Thankyou." I whispered, looking at my now bandanged hand. He just replied my placing more kisses on my neck.

"Are you tired?" he asked, still in the crook of my neck. I mumbled a 'yeah', as he stood up with me and placed me on the bed. He went around the other side and turned off the lamp as he climbed in and pulled me close to him.

After a few moments, he spoke up. "You're mine and only mine, you know that?"

"No." I whispered.

"Well, you know now."




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