Nobody Compares

Chapter 16- Revenge

I was in pain. My stomach hurt, I felt sick, I had a migraine, I was sweating, my throat hurt, and my chest hurt. My throat was dry. Before I could react I jumped over to the bathroom I had. I obviously hadn't eaten anything because my stomach hurt and I was hungry.

I hurled flem and some blood from my mouth. I never threw up blood before today. I decided it wasn't anything, and went on with normal business.  

I curled back into a nice, warm ball on my bed. I pulled the covers above my head and thought about a few things. Where was Jake? Why did Niall do that for him? Is Jake actually leaving? Or will he stay to watch me? More importantly, why did Niall help me?!

I pulled the fuzzy covers higher up my body, pulling it to my neck. Something began to happen in me; what I don't know. I felt a cool tear slide down my cheek. I was sure it cleaned some makeup off from a few days ago. I never washed myself properly. 

What if someone comes to check on you? Go clean yourself, you disgusting whore. I pushed myelf to stand, feeling a whoosh of dizziness. 

I pulled the lever, also pressing multiple buttons. The shower was nice and warm, not to cold, nor too hot. The water was steaming up the room, making it seem easier to breathe between a stuffed nose. 

I groggily stepped out, wrapping the towel around me. It seemed like the world was spinning me into a trance. Nothing seemed real, everything seemed imaginary. I had to feel around to see what was real. The steam began to clear up, revealing an ugly ... well me. 

I opened the door to the cool air my room was supplied with. I opened a few drawers, pulling random clothes out. I eventually decided on wearing pajamas. I pulled the blue pajama bottoms up over my waist, and partially covering my stomach for a purpose. I pulled the shirt over my head, then my arms. I felt refreshed, and even feeling better. My stomach hurt less, but I still felt bad. I felt rotten.

As I curled back into bed I just sat in thought. Dreaming. Hoping. Waiting. It seems like life is so .... fragile. It can break any second. It can be taken away like a glass breaking. Sometimes forcefully taking it away your self is better. 

I heard a car pull up, and a door slam. I didn't bother to get up to check. It was probably just Niall coming over, or Harry coming home from his friends. Gemma might be gone for a while. Or it could be dad. I didn't think Jake would be stupid enough to come back so I scratched his name as a option. 

I pulled the covers higher, leaving just the peak of my eyes left to the air. I heard the door open and slam. Someone was obviously angry. I still didn't know who. I heard something fall, and soon someone padding up the stairs. A wave of nervousness rushed through me, but I just brushed it off. A few doors were opened and closed, someone was looking for something, or well, me.

My door opened, but it didn't shut. Someone walked inside, knowing I was there. I didn't want to turn over to see who it was. If they knew where I lived, and had keys, then why should I worry? But maybe they didn't have keys. No, that can't possibly be true. It must be absurd.

"Well, well, well. How are you feeling, whore?" The voice. It was Jake's. It was him. He was here for me. How could he have gotten in? Where did he get a key? Was it even locked?

"What do you want?" I managed to escape a few words from my lips. I fudgeted around my bed for a phone. "Why are you here?" Despite my pain, I sat up.

His hand clasped over my jaw, pushing it back. It seemed that the motion pushed it a foot back. He broke my jaw, at least it felt so. It felt terrible. "To get back." He brought his hand above my head, hitting the side of my head with his hand. The force seemed emotionless. It seemed like he didn't care.