Terrified | Liam Payne Love Story

Prologue

He pulled my wrist too hard towards him; he had a mischievous look in his eye.

I thought he was messing around, being the immature 21 year-old boy he was.

I played along.

"What'cha thinking?" I asked.

"Oh, you know," he said, expecting me to have the answer.

"Hmm, looks like I don't know! Tell me!" I replied.

One of his eyebrows twitched upwards, adding more effect to his demeanor.

"You. Me. A bed."

I pulled my wrist back and doubled over laughing. He typically joked about this, seeing if I could be persuaded to let him get to me.

"Good one, Tyler," I said, still chuckling at the thought. I was very proud that my virginity was still in tact; I planned on waiting until marriage, or at least until I was absolutely positive I'd found the one.

Usually he would laugh back with me, playfully bumping into me and saying he was joking.

But this time, he looked disappointed. Almost furious in a sense.

"Ty," I breathed. Was he serious about this?

"You're going to be mine," he said, his voice suddenly deep and raspy.

I took a step away from him, slowly backing up into the kitchen cabinet behind me.

"Tyler," my hands flew up in front of my chest, hoping it would give him the message, "we agreed to wait until we were both ready."

"Well, I'm ready."

In that moment, I knew there was no way of escape. There was nothing that I could do. He was taller, stronger, faster than I was. He would easily over power me.

"Please don't."

I had hit the cabinet door behind me; I couldn't move any further.

"Too late, Rowan. You're mine."

And that's when the worst night of my life began. The night I was raped.

The night I lost myself.