Your Boyfriend Abuses You

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Y/N P.O.V.

It was 2 o'clock in the morning and Jake still wasn't home. He had told you he would be out late with the guys but you didn't think he'd be out this late. Now that you think about it though he has been coming home late a lot lately and he smells of beer and women. No. I won't even think about that. Jake is faithful we all know this.

This is the Jake that took you to an amusement park on your first date and on your second took you to dinner. Jake was kind and sweet and thoughtful and you loved him. Except recently Jake has changed a lot. He started hitting you about 6 months ago and you've been keeping it from your family. You know he doesn't mean to do it on purpose but sometimes it just gets to much, he'll hit you one minute and then apologize the next and act like it didn't happen.

You've been pulling away from your family a lot more recently especially Harry. Harry. He's been texting you non-stop wondering when he can see you again, but you can't risk him finding out about what has been going on. You know as soon as he asks how you're doing you're going to break down and spill everything.

You were so into your head that you never heard Jake come through the door, or even hear him walk toward you. The only thing you registered was him pulling your hair and slamming you against the wall.

"You little bitch why are you still up?" He hissed at you.

By this point you're beyond scared because he's drunk and being abusive again.

"I wanted to make sure you made it home safe." You mumbled, but Jake heard you clearly considering his response.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I NEED YOU TO BE MY MOTHER YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND GET COMFY BECAUSE YOURE SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR YOU CUNT." he screamed and kicked you in the ribs so hard youre pretty sure he broke them. Once he was done kicking you he decided that he needed to punch you too because you're apparently just that worthless.

After Jake had gone to bed you quietly got off the floor and went to the front door. Slowly but surley you made your way out the door and to the car. Once you were in the car you drove to the only person you knew would care for you and help you. Harry.

Once you got there you made your way up the steps and knocked on the door. Not knowing whether or not he would be up you just kept knocking hoping he would answer the door.

Harry's P.O.V.

I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a knock on my door. I'm really not sure if it was real or not but I made my way to the front door when I definitely heard it this time. Opening the door I was met with a sight I was hoping I would never see in my life. There on my front door step was my sister crying and hurt.

Rushing her in I got her to sit on the couch while I went to go get the first aid kit. I haven't seen her since last Christmas, because her boyfriend Jake had let her move in with him and she started ignoring me. I swear to god if it was him who did this to her I will castrate him.

Walking back into the living room I sat in front of Y/N and started to tend to her wounds.

"Who did this to you, kitten?" I ask softly.

"If I tell you, you'll hurt them and I'll feel bad but I just want it to stop I hate it Harry and I miss you and mom and I just can't do it anymore." She broke down.

"Was it Jake?" I asked, my voice hardening. And she nodded her head.

IM GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD. I thought as I went to get up though Y/N held me back.

"No please, just stay with me I need you to stay with me please." She cried and my heart softened.

"It okay kitten I got you, I promise no one will ever hurt you again baby." I whispered as I played down with her on my chest.

Jake is so lucky. The next time I see him I am going to beat the shit out him. No one. And I mean NO ONE. Ever hurts my sister.

Hey guys... Long time no see or update, but anywho here you go hope you like it and if not oh well sucks for you because you already read it HAHAHA. Alright I'm done. I love you guys and stay beautiful

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