you complete me / h.s

3.

Hi everyone, 

Sorry I haven't been updating as much as I wouldv'e liked but I've been so busy with school. 

Also, this Zayn situation isn't making me the happiest at the moment. I always feel upset. I'm just still in denial hoping that Zayn will just walk back to the band. But if Zayn is happy, I'm happy. All I want for him to be is healthy and happy, although I do miss him so much. 

BTW IM WATCHINH WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW AND IM CRYING SO MUCH, I THINK I HAVE CRIED A RIVER *get it? hopefully*

Well here's another chapter. Hopefully you are enjoying it. 

Love you all directioners! 

Stay Strong.

L x 

Emelia’s POV

I jump up off of my couch, scared to death when I hear a fist pounding on my front door. Oh no. It was James. Why should I be the slightest surprised, he usually gets angry at me anyways. I love him, I forgive and forget…

I walk over slowly to the front door, my heart pounding in my chest. I hold my hand on the door knob for a few seconds preparing myself for what possibly could happen next. I turn the door knob and open the door wide up. James is fuming. His face is lipstick red and his veins are popping out on the side of his neck. He has his fists clenched and he his hair is all messed up.

“Um, hi are you okay?” I said quite scared.

“Am I fucking okay? You are asking me if I am fucking okay. Why don’t you answer that one for my little bitch?”

“You don’t look okay… Have I done something wrong?”

James walks in silent, slamming the door behind him. He immediately grabs my wrists and presses me up against one of the living room walls.

“Slut, you do everything wrong.” He said with disgust.

“James let go of me…” I said scared worrying what his next move was on me.

“I thought you always wanted to play this whole lovey-dovey game where we sit on the couch and kiss all night. What about that?”

“I don’t want to… I thought we could talk about…”

He cut me off by seductively pressing his finger against my lips. I didn’t like it though. His eyes weren’t the same. He almost looked evil, but I know he never meant to hurt me in any way. He just sort of gets angry all the time.

He pulls me closer to him, my head now resting on his chest. He leant down as he was much taller than me and whispered in my ear.

“C’mon be the little slut that I know is hidden down inside of you. Let’s have fun…”

“James, but I don’t…” He cut me off again.

He slipped his hand underneath my baggy shirt, unclasping my bra. He pulled the bra off of my front and threw it on the floor. He played with my breasts for a bit like they were some kind of toy. He then moved his hands down to the top of my jeans, undoing the button and sliding down the zip. He bit his lip dragging my jeans to my ankles. He tried picking me up but I stepped back. He tried once again and he was stronger than ever before. I tried squirming out of his reach but all he did was laugh. He laid me down on the couch, straight away thrusting into me.

“James get off of me!” I screamed.

He stopped thrusting and looked at me.

“This is what you get when you are a little bitch to your boyfriend.”

“I have done nothing wrong! Why are you being such a dick?” I screeched.

With that he started thrusting harder than ever. James and I have never had sex before, we just kissed. What was scaring me the most was that I was still a virgin. Oh god I was scared to death. I didn’t want to do this! He was forcing me to lose it… I was fed up with this…

“Baby, everything that goes wrong in this relationship, is always your fault.”

I was so fed up with all of this. He had no right to continually treat me like shit especially physically. He would hit me, kick me and slap me but he has never ever tried to sexually hurt me. I don’t care what we going to happen next, I’ve been through enough with him.

“JAMES GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”

I quickly jumped up off the couch standing on the opposite side of it.

He just laughed and thought I was joking.

I harshly slapped him across the face. I felt in control for once.

His face turned pink and he looked angrier than before. Just then, I knew I has made the worst mistake ever.

James POV

The little fucking slut, she just slapped me. That was my job not hers. I walked towards her side of the couch and she stayed still. I grabbed her arms and noticed those weird lines on them.

“WHAT ARE THESE EM?

She jerked her arms away from my reach.

“Noth…Nothing. Nothing to worry about.”

“WHAT ARE THEY EM?” I screamed

“None of your fucking business!”

She slapped my opposite side of my face, real hard this time. She wasn’t scared at all…

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE. RIGHT NOW OR I WILL CALL THE COPS, AT THE MOMENT I DON’T GIVE A SHIT!

“Is that how you want to play do you?”

“If that is what it takes for you to get out of this house, I’ll play in a heartbeat.”

“Okay Em, but I get to start.”  

 Emelia POV

He punched me in the stomach, real hard. I felt like I was going to throw up and my knees weakened and dropped to the ground. He sat on top of me and hit me continuously in the face. I could feel my lips swelling up and my eyes were slowly closing.

“I knew you wouldn’t last very long, you weak shit.” James said aggressively.

He walked to the back of me and continuously started to kick me in the back. I couldn’t move I swear he had broken my back. He hit me so much, that my eyes couldn’t even cope keeping them open.

He bent down, so he was eye level with me. I could only see blur but I knew he was there. I could feel his presence.

“I’ll see you at the hospital baby.”

At that moment, my eyes closed drifting me into unconsciousness.