What He Left (Hannily)

1: Where It All Started

Emily's POV

"Oh my god, hurry up! It's five thirty already!" Ben whines for the tenth time from down the stairs.
"Shut up Ben! Quit being such a baby!" I say, fed up with his constant nagging. I regret saying that, knowing he'll get angry. Shit.
"What?" His deep voice booms up the steps and into my ears.
I freeze and don't say anything, afraid of what he might do if I speak.
"Say that again, I didn't hear you." He says eerily calm as he slowly climbs the stairs.
I back away from them, and tiptoe into my parents room where he probably won't look.
I hide in the closet and cover my mouth to stop my heavy breathing.
"Who's the baby now? Hiding from your lover, come on. That's just childish." He laughs and enters my room. I cringe at his choice of words. Lover. I hate when he uses that word, only because that is far from what we are.
I have an opportunity to close the closet doors the rest of the way, but as I do, they make a loud squeaking noise.
I hear his loud footsteps barrel from my room to my parents' and his crazy eyes scope out the area.
I use two hands this time to cover my mouth, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
I hear slow thumps coming closer to the closet.
When I open my eyes in the dark space, I see his silhouette standing outside the doors.
"I know you're in there. Come out by yourself, or I'll have to get you out." I hear the smirk in his voice, which terrifies me deeper.
He sighs and rips the doors open, making me jump and whimper.
Ben's hand shoots out and grabs my arm tightly. He drags me to my feet and throws me onto my parents bed, face first.
"Ben, what are you d-" I start to protest and I flip on my back but his loud voice interrupts me.
"Shut up bitch!" His hand connects with the side of my head.
A stinging feeling mixed with the ringing of my ears disorients me and I close my eyes in pain.
I lay limply on the bed while he pulls out his phone.
"Hey man, I'm going to be a little late." He gives me a nasty look before continuing. "Yeah, Emily isn't feeling good so she can't go. I'll be there in ten." He hangs up and I look at him, confused.
"Wipe that dumb ass look off of your face, and show me where the tape is." He slaps me again and brings me to my feet. I stumble around, my ears ringing once again.
I walk out of the room and down the stairs, his hand on my shoulder the entire time.
I point to a drawer in the kitchen and without warning, he kicks me in the back of the knees.
"Ah!" I fall to my knees, receiving another kick between my shoulder blades so I fall on my face.
He reaches in front of me and tapes my mouth shut tightly.
I rest my head on the cold tile before he drags me by my feet into the living room.
I look at his face, and his eyes are scarily dark.
He starts undressing me, and hurting me in ways I couldn't imagine before. When he's done, he throws a hard fist to my face and I black out.

2 hours later...

I wake up in the dark, and my entire body is aching. I bring my hand up to my face and feel hot liquid all over it.
Is that blood?
I shoot up and immediately regret it when my head's mass doubles and I fall back down.
I stand up slower this time, and soon realize I'm in my living room.
I turn on a light and look at where I woke up.
My heart drops when I see the amount of blood spread on my leather couch.
I shiver and look at my body.
I'm completely naked from the waist down.
I figure out the source of my aching pain, and I feel bile rise to the back of my throat.
I run to bathroom and make it just in time to puke my brains out.
How could he do this to me? Where is he now? Should I tell my friends? Did he use protection?
"Oh shit." I groan to myself.
He didn't use protection.
My heaving turns into sobbing and I bury my head in my knees.
How could I let home do this to me? I'm so stupid, I should have seen this coming.
I wish Hanna was here. She's the only person that can ever make me feel better.
I stand up once the tears subside, and walk back out to the main room. I look at the clock and it's almost eight.
Shit, my mom will be home soon.
I limp to the kitchen, still in an enormous amount of pain.
I grab an old towel and wipe my blood off of the couch.
I pick my underwear and pants off of the floor and a strip of duct tape.
"Ugh." I scrunch my nose and throw it away.
Ben is such an animal. I can't believe I let him do that to me, I'm so gross.
I finish just in time to shower and get dressed before my mom gets home.
I dread the moment that my mother walks in the door. I don't know if I can face anyone at this point, let alone my mom.
"Hey honey, did you have fun with Benjamin?" She asks formally when she enters my room.
I sigh and don't answer.
I'm curled up in my blankets and I'm laying on the far side of my bed.
She comes over, and I remember the sound of his loud footsteps on the floor.
He lays his hand on my shoulder and I squirm out of his reach.
"No! Don't touch me!" I slap his hand away.
"Emily, what is your problem?" My mom asks, pulling me from my nightmare.
I look into her wide brown eyes.
"Sorry, mom... I thought you... Nevermind." I shake my head of the horrible images, and I feel the ache down there intensify.
"Did you and Benjamin have fun?" She asks again, and I nod quickly to prevent the images.
"Good. I'll make you something to eat okay?" She goes to leave but I'm in no mood to eat.
"Mom, I'm not really hungry. I already ate with..." I struggle to from his name in my mouth.
"Ben?" She asks, finishing my sentence for me. I nod.
"Honey, are you feeling okay?" She asks worried.
"Yes, mom. I'm fine I promise." I nod and somehow manage a smile.
"Okay." She walks out of the room and down the stairs.
I plop back down on my bed, and just lay there all night, thinking.
What seems like hours later, I hear someone coming up the stairs. I become paralyzed and just stare at the door.
The footsteps become louder, and closer to my bedroom.
The door swings open, and there stands my best friend, Hanna.