Unexpected Drop (NiallHoran)

Chapter 13

heyyy guys! i hope you like this chapter! 

its probably a really big filler! you will be surprised! 

have fun niggas 

-haylee 

wait why am i putting my name in the begging? oh well

ily

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**VANESSA'S P.O.V.**

"Bitch."

I whimpered a little bit as he started to take me towards an empty room. I yelled for someone to help me, but over the pounding music I doubt anyone heard me. He was stuggling against me because I was cooperating with him. He screamed at me several times to 'Stop it!' and 'I will punish you!', But nothing affected me. I tried escaping, but his grip was so tight, I felt like I was going to explode into millions of little peices. 

"STOP STRUGGLING!!!" He screamed in my face. His breath reeks with heavy alcohol, meaning hes drank a lot since I've seen him. Hes drunk obviously.

"YOU'RE DRUNK! YOU NEED TO STOP!" I shouted at him and started hitting him, swaying back and forth trying to move out of this death grip. He still kept a strong hold on my small body and it felt like he was never going to let go of me.

"NO IM NOT YOU LITTLE SLUT!" He screetched back and slapped my face. I screamed in pain as I brought my left hand to feel my cheek. It burned really badly and I felt warm water drip down my hand.

Im crying. 

I sobbed more as he pushed the door open roughly and threw me on the floor. I landed with a 'THUD' and hit my head. I now had a burning cheek, I was crying, and now I have a big ass headache. I groaned and moaned of all the pain I was in. He ignored it and pulled me up by my hair and  pulled me over to a vacant matress and tossed be, hard, ontop of it. 

He took off his shirt and his jeans and he soon was left naked. I winced at the disgusting sight and closed my eyes tightly. He chuckled lowly, witch sounded like a dying horse. His hands started obnoxiously roaming his hands along my body. I tensed up and started screaming again, for someone to hear me. But no one heard me, again. 

"SOMEONE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!" I croaked out. No one heard me. The only thing I heard was my heavy, uneven breathing and the pounding music outside of the room. 

"No one is going to help you now, whore! You're all mine." He said. He did a creeply evil laugh and grabbed his jeans. I was hopping he'd put them back on but he didn't. He grabbed something out of the back pocket and threw them across the room again. 

"Mine." He whispered quietly. I saw the object he was holding inch closer to me. Then I realised what it was. 

A knife.

"NO NO NO!! Please don't!" I pleaded to him but he didnt stop. He dug it right into my arm. I realised he was writing, or carving, something into my left arm. I screamed in agony and he stopped. I looked at my arm and he had written an "M" at the top of it. I started crying again. 

"If you scream one more time theres gonna be more letters!" He screamed and wet stuff hit my face. EW....SPIT.

"Ok...." I whispered quietly. He glared at me. Boy if looks could kill, he would definetly be dead by now. 

He started to take off my shirt but I didn't make any movement. I didn't scream. I didn't struggle. He got what he wanted. 

When I was just in my bra and panties he smirked.