Dark Secrets ( A Dark Based Liam Payne Fanfiction)

Chapter One:

            “Jenny!” I barely hear my mum call me from downstairs as I blast my iPod.

            I pull out one ear plug and shout back, “What!?” I wait a minute before sighing. She isn’t answering because she wants me to get up and come down stairs. I’m too lazy for this shit. I walk down the stairs at a brisk pace. My mum is standing in the kitchen looking at me expectantly. “You called?” I don’t mean to sound so harsh but I don’t like my music interrupted.

            “Yes. I need you to go get some groceries for me real quick.” Joy. Of course. She’s the lazy one in this situation. I tell her one minute as I bolt up the stairs to change real quickly. I leave on my current white tank top and put a baby blue hoodie over it. I slide into my skinny jeans and match my Converse to the color of my hoodie. I grab my iPhone off the nightstand on the right side of my bed and wrap the headphones around it neatly. I shove the phone in my hoodie pocket as I ascend down the stairs once again. My mum hands me the money, car keys, and grocery list.

            I exit my small flat quickly. The night air is kind of chilly but not too bad. I get into the car and put the key into the ignition. I turn the key only to have the engine sputter then die. I try about four times before throwing my hands up in exasperation. I get back out of the car and being walking to our market. It isn’t very far from my house, but the area isn’t the best either. I walk two blocks before I get a text from my mum:

            Be home soon. It’s already dark and I don’t want anything to happen to you.

            I sneer at the message. Then why would you have me go if you knew it was dark? Use your logic, mum. I look to my left. There’s the short cut I use during the daylight hours. Nothing wrong with it. I use it almost daily.

            I can barely see as I walk down the alleyway. I completely forgot that there were no lights. As long as my klutzy nature doesn’t have me killing myself, we’re good. I walk maybe three minutes when I realize I was wrong. This isn’t the correct alley. This is the alley where all the horrible things happen. For example, druggies hang down here. Damn it. I get a disturbing chill down my spine as the realization hits me. I immediately turn around, but run straight into a wall. It isn’t a brick or concrete wall. It's more soft and squishy than hard. Oh, no. I’m not that lucky. It’s a guy. Actually two of them. Shit. Shit. Shit. I am hating my mother right now. “Hey, sweetie. You lost?” One of them slurs. I gulp. Why didn’t I choose to wear combat boots?

            “Y-yeah. Kind of.” I stutter as one of them rubs a calloused hand up and down my arm slowly. I flinch back, it’s my natural reaction. “Get a-away f-from me.” The hand reaches my wrist and grips tightly.

            “Sweetie, we only want to show you a good time.” And now the realization dawns on me. I’m about to lose my virginity. I’m about to be raped. They might even murder me when they’ve finished violating my body. Another shiver passes down my spine and through my body.

            The next thing I know, I’m pushed flush up against a wall. I even hit my head; causing my vision to blur. One of the guys puts his hands on my hips as he forcefully presses his lips to mine. He smells of dirt and alcohol. He tries to gain access to my mouth with his tongue. Not. Going. To. Happen. I feel his friend watching intently. It makes me feel even more uncomfortable. I feel his grimy hand slide up my shirt as he continues to kiss my mouth. Ick. He move his mouth to my neck licking it. I shiver in disgust. Then, his friend pushes him out of the way with a growl. He rips my sweater open and gropes me. Feeling my breasts through my thin tank top and bra. Then he grabs my crotch through my pants rubbing roughly. I can taste bile in my mouth at their actions.

            “Stop.” I say weakly, pushing at his chest that seems to be made of iron. Or maybe being in this type of situation has truly made me weak. It makes sense; I'm helpless and my body knows it.

            “Don’t fight, babe. It’ll only make things worse.” The guy say getting down onto his knees. He puts his face by my crotch and inhales deeply. This guy is sick. Mentally deranged. Why the fuck did my mum send me out for groceries? Why didn’t I pay attention to which alley I went down? My mental rambling ceases when I feel the cold night air on my thighs. I scream. As loud as I can.  A hand clamps over my mouth. “Shut your goddamned mouth or I’ll cut out that pretty tongue of yours.” The guy on his knees is beginning to shove my underwear down when he’s abruptly yanked away from me. I’m crying. I never cry.

            I hear grunts as punches are thrown. Someone is saving me. Or they just want to rape me for themselves. I pull up my jeans and slide to the ground, pulling my knees up to my chest. I hear and see the two guy laying on the ground moaning as someone stands over them. The guy is kicking them repeatedly. “Don’t. You. Ever. Touch. Her. Again.” With every word he sends a kick into the guys who were just about to rape me. “She is mine,” the man kicking them growls.

            I am beyond taken aback. I’ve never been “someone’s” before. Well, I'm not a piece of property. And even though the guy just saved me, I will never be his. He looks at me shivering on the ground and he walks over. He crouches in front of me, his dark brown eyes full of concern. I turn my face away, scared and ashamed. I can even see the traces of anger he had a moment ago. He grabs me by my elbows and has me stand up. “Are you okay?” He asks gently. I nod my head mutely; not trusting my voice.

            I suddenly have a huge wave of curiosity. Which is accompanied by rambling. “Who are you? Why did you save me? What are you doing here? Are you going to hurt me? What is your name?” He smirks at me as he presses a axe scented finger to my lips.

            “One question at a time, love. My name is Liam. Liam Payne. I saved you because—” he pauses. “Because you’re mine.” I freak out a little inside. How am I his? I don’t know any Liam. Or Liam Payne for that matter. “I’m here because you were being hurt. And, no, I will not hurt you.” Even though I’m still paranoid, him saying he wouldn’t hurt me, calmed me down. I know that you shouldn’t trust a guy you just met in an alleyway, but he saved my life. “But, people have to know you’re mine.”

            This statement worries me as he comes closer. I’m against the wall again.  There’s my new nemesis. All walls. Liam places his hands on either side of my head as he leans his head down into the crook of my neck. He begins to suck and nibble at the skin. It hurts. “Liam. Please. It hurts.” But Liam continues making the skin red and sore. He pulls away looking smug and satisfied.

            “Now everyone will know that you’re mine. And only mine. No one else can have you or touch you; only me. No ifs, ands or buts about it either.” Liam shrugs off his leather jacket and puts it on me. Then he grabs my hand and walks me to his car. I can't help but feel weak and nervous around him. My breathing has fastened, making each exhale shake wildly. I don't trust him at all. To be honest, I'm completely frightened by him. He drives back to my house slowly. Once we’re there he takes my phone from me and send himself a text.

            Great. Now the guy that just saved me from being raped is my stalker. Oh, and let’s not forget that he thinks I’m his.

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