Abhor

Chapter Five

TW: Mild Mention of Sexual Assault

Elliot Horan

It's been an hour since I went up to my room, I had no intention of getting changed, they can't expect that of me.

I'm sat with my head against the door, knees to my chest, Harry still has my phone.

I'm surrounded by my thoughts.

I have a flashback, a flashback that won't go away.

His hands reach from my thighs to my stomach. I'm frozen in fear.

"You like this don't you darling?"

I don't like anything about it. He's just a desperate piece of shit.

I turn for the door, not realising it's been locked.

As my back is turned, he grabs my wrists, his tight grip making my skin sore.

"Well, do you want me to get forceful with you darling? I'm not leaving here until I get what I want,"

My mind is turning at his words, playing over and over again in my head.

My cheeks wet from the tears streaming, my whole body covered in a glow of sweat.

I need the thoughts to go away.

The lighter enters my hand for a second time tonight. My sweatpants are pulled to my knees, the lighter brought up to the inner thighs.

I hear a loud knock at the door, before I feel a push against my back.

Whoever is there is trying to get in.

"Who is it?" I say quietly, fearful of who it is.

"It's only me princess," I could hear the evil smirk from his tone. My heart drops to the floor.

"Speak through the door," I say to him, I don't want him seeing me like this.

"Let me in princess, you're late for our party."

"For the fifth fucking time, I'm not going."

I heard a gasp from the other side of the door, it wasn't Harry.

Niall.

"Stop using that language," I hear him speak calmly from the other side of the door.

I find myself bringing my sweatpants back up and resting them on my hips.

I open the door a crack to see all the boys stood there.

"Sorry, I just really don't want to go," I say with my chin to my chest.

"Fine, everybody downstairs, we're going to watch The Notebook." Liam says it nicely, understanding.

Harry groans frustratedly. Walking towards the stairs.

"I'm fine, I'll stay here." If they come in here, they'll see the lighter on the floor.

I'm not prepared for that conversation.

The door begins to open. I have to kick the lighter across the room.

I'm dragged across Niall's shoulder and he carries me down the stairs.

I just let it happen because there's no fighting him off.

Harry threw my phone at me, I didn't catch it and it fell in my thighs, I winced in pain.

All the boys look at me, like I was a baby for thinking it hurt. Little do they know.

The Notebook begins playing and I get a notification on my phone. I rarely get them so it must be urgent.

"Don't think just because you're with that stupid brother of yours that you're safe, I will find you, and then finish what I started."

My heart sinks, a sudden sickness growing over me.

I look around to see if anyone noticed my face drop, they are all busy watching the film and mumbling to each other. Apart from Harry, he's just disappeared.

I walk to the kitchen, I need to collect my thoughts together.

Harry is stood leant of the kitchen island, whisky in his hand.

"Well well well, look what the cat dragged in," he stares at me bringing the glass up to his mouth to take a sip.

I reach for the fridge to grab some water, there's still dirty dishes everywhere.

My impulses tell me to clean up so that's what I do.

I take the dishes out of the sink and start running the water.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hear from behind me, Harry's back is now against the island and he's staring at me.

"Cleaning up, you boys clearly can't do it for yourself," I turn around back to the sink to turn off the water.

The soapy water covers the plates as I scratch days worth of food off of them.

They really are disgusting.

"Are you just gonna stand there and watch?" I turn around to see he's grabbed my phone off the counter next to me.

"Get the fuck off my phone," I snatch it out of his hands, the soap spreading on the screen.

I dry it off quickly with a towel and he's just staring at me.

"What've you go to hide? Dick pics? Your nudes?" He smirks knowing neither of those answers are true.

"Go fuck your self, like I've got nudes on my phone, I've never even hugged a boy other than Niall, and the last time I did that was over a year ago now." The thoughts begin to come back. The reason I haven't hugged anyone since the accident. My chin drops to my chest.

"Oh, so you're one of them then."

My eyes meet his once more "one of what?"

"The ones who cringe at physical touch and affection."

"I don't cringe, I just- it doesn't matter," I try my hardest to keep myself calm and collected.

"You just what?"

He keeps pushing me for an answer. Until my phone buzzes.

I glance down at it quickly.

"If you dare tell a soul what happened, I will find you, and when I do, I'll kill you, your brother and all of his stupid mates."

My heart drops and I excuse myself to my room, terrified if Harry caught what the message said.