Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter Seventeen: Our Little Secret

Tay.

 After staring at me for a few seconds, he punched me in the stomach and then harder in the face. I fell to the ground in pain as he left the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. My head was spinning; it all happened so fast. I pulled my self up onto the toilet seat and sat there, clutching my stomach in pain as I cried silently. "How could he do this?" I whispered to myself.  

I fell forward off the toilet seat and onto my knees, letting out a cry from pain. I bent over, clenching my stomach tightly, trying to ease the aching I felt. I couldn't help but scream from crying, probably waking the boys. The bathroom door flew open and there stood Justin, just as angry as before. "Can you not stay quiet?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the ground, dragging me back to the kitchen.

He threw me into the counter and my hip hit the sharp corner. I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream, tears flowing down my cheeks. Justin turned me around and pushed my back into the side of the counter, coming in close to me and pressing his body right against mine. He slapped me hard over the head. 

"Now you keep quiet about this, baby," he whispered, stroking my cheek. He laid his hand flat across my cheek before holding back and slapping me hard one last time before snickering, standing back and strolling back to bed.

Holding my aching stomach, I ran into the bathroom and fell to my knees beside the toilet, throwing up because he had punched me so hard. I felt someone pull my hair back and began rubbing my back, calming me down from my hysterical state. "You're alright, love," Louis whispered, "I have you."

When I was over my vomit session, Louis helped me up by putting his hands on my hips. From the aching pain in my side and Louis gripping tightly, I screamed out in pain but he held his hand over my mouth and helped me out of the bathroom as I continued to cry. He sat me on the table. "What happened?"

"I-I felt sick..."

"Why did you scream when I held your hips?"

"I just hurt it today," I lied.

Louis grabbed my arm and lay me back on the counter. Even though I protested and pushed, he lifted my shirt up to just under my chest. My hip was cut and bruised and my stomach was badly bruised. Louis looked at me, worry spread across his face. "W-What happened?"

"I fell, Louis," I lied.

"There's a hand mark on your face, Tay, what happened to you?" His voice began to raise as he helped me sit up again, examining me.

"Shh!" I hissed. "Please stop shouting Lou, you'll get me in a lot of trouble..."

"Huh? What happened to you?" he asked quietly, his eyebrows furrowed.

I looked away. "I-I can't tell you, Louis..."

"Please Tay," he begged. When I looked up at him I noticed his eyes begin to glaze over, clearly extremely worried about me. I watched one tear slip and continued to cry myself.

"Please, Lou, please don't cry."

"Tay, you look so hurt. Please just tell me!"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Louis, I can't."

Next Morning.

I had fallen asleep on the uncomfortable counter that night, unable to find the energy to move after Louis went back to bed. I was woken up when I was pulled to the floor and landed on my front with a loud bang, groaning at the pain. "You didn't tell anybody, did you?" Justin asked, pulling me up by the neck and staring at me.