Abused but Saved(1D)

~*~Chapter Five ~ Nightmares and Trust~*~

Hi! I finally updated so here is chapter five! I havent updated in ages as i have exams coming up and i have to study like hell! Why does school have to take great holidays and turn thm into study time?!? Anyway on the side there is a funny GIF of Louis biting Harrys shoulder! Please give me some feedback as I really enjoy writing this story but dont know if im any good or not. 

Without further ado....

Chapter Five!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~*~Chapter Five- Nightmares and Trust ~*~

Cassie P.O.V.

“Well, Cass my friend.” Niall said, patting my back. “You have true talent.”  I looked up at him in disbelief.

“No, I don’t, I’m worthless, fat, ugly and I don’t even deserve to be alive let alone living in a gorgeous house with a famous boy band. “It all became too much, the abuse, for twelve years, the bullying in school, my ‘friends’ deserting me, getting kicked out all came crashing down on my shoulders. I fell to my knees and cried. I wept and wept. I feel as all I have brought is trouble to the boy’s lives. I felt warm arms envelop me and picked me up off the ground. Niall carried me to the bed and held me on his lap. I cried and he whispered that I was beautiful to him and that I was a great addition to the 1D family into my ear. He rocked me back and forth and I lay there, in Niall Horan of One Directions arms. Darkness overtook me and I drifted out of this world and into the world of slumber.

Niall P.O.V.

I held Cassie’s warm sleeping body in my arms. She was soft and fit perfectly in my arms. I wiped away a tear from her cheek and brushed a curl out of her face. I closed my eyes for a second and then realised I was pretty tired as well. I lay back on the bed, still with Cassie tucked in my arms. I lay her head gently onto the pillow and put my head there too. I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Cassie P.O.V.

Horror rips my eyelids open. My body is drenched in cold sweat and my mind swimming in unforgotten waves of pain. I close my eyes, it really felt I had transported back to that time. It felt so real, like I was reliving it…

*dream*

I was twelve years old and coming home from school. I opened the front door and my dad leaped out at me and grabbed my wrist. He dragged me upstairs. I was thrown onto the bed while my father fished around in a drawer before pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He slipped one around my wrist and tightened it to cause me pain. He then tied to other half to the bedframe, trapping me in place. I was frozen in pure shock and terror. He started to undress himself…

*end of dream*

I quickly open my eyes and sigh, realising that it isn’t happening again. A tear rolls down my cheek, leaving a glistening trail behind. I wipe it away but soon another one rolls past, without knowing I am full on crying. I sniffle quietly before I realise I’m only on half of the bed. I look over and Niall is asleep, nervously twitching. I try to stop crying as I eventually will wake him but I cant. The more I try, the more the dream replays in my head and the cycle begins again. Niall suddenly shudders and sits up. He notices me crying and his face turns from confusement to sorrow. He opens his arms and I crash into them, sobbing violently. He strokes my hair soothing me and whispering how everything is okay now. He looks me in the eyes and says,

“Do you wanna talk about it?” and in that moment, I trusted him, I trusted him more than I ever trusted my best friend or ex-boyfriend. I told him everything, about my mum dying when I was six and from then on my dad abused me (physically and sexually). I told him about keeping it a secret pretty much my whole life until I was about fourteen. I told Samantha, who was my best friend, I trusted her but she told the school I was a whore and from then on I was bullied, physically, verbally and through the internet. I had absolute no escape from the torture. Before all this I actually had a boyfriend, Jason. (A/N if you don’t remember, he was the guy that bullied her in the first chapter). I was looked down upon and then one day I walked into school and saw Samantha kissing Jason. I told him about how my life was a hellhole from then onwards. I sobbed into his chest as he stroked my back. I sat there and cried and told him about my life. I talked and cried and talked and cried until I noticed the sun come up. I pointed to the window,

“The sun is up.” I said. Niall just smiled at me,

“But do you feel better?” I nodded, very much so. I just needed to get it all off of my chest. I trusted Niall, I trusted Niall more than anyone in my whole entire heart. I closed my eyes and thought that I’d just take a five minute nap. Niall put his head on mine, with his arms around my frail body. I fell into my first dreamless sleep in years.

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I woke up to light streaming in my window. Niall wasn’t here anymore. I slowly got up and padded across the carpeted floor and opened the wardrobe. I still couldn’t believe this was all mine. I picked out some jeans, a Hollister top and hoodie and of course a bra and knickers. Apparently this was all of Louis and Zayns sisters stuff. I headed to the en-suite and quickly had a power shower. I winced as I stepped out onto the cold tile floor but got over it and got dressed before going downstairs. I reached the living room,

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Liam smiled. “Its two o’clock.”

“What?!” I scanned the room, looking  for a clock and as my eyes landed on one, he was right. It was two o’clock. My mouth fell agape, but I s’pose I did fall asleep after the sun came up.

“Where are Niall and the rest of the boys?” I asked.

“They’re leaving to go grocery shopping, wanna come?” Louis says walking into the room and emphasizing on the word ‘they’re’. I laughed,

“Sure. I’ll just grab my shoes and an apple.” I slipped on a pair of TOMS and picked up a nice red apple. I chomped on it, savouring the sweetness in my mouth, as I stood by the front door waiting for the boys. Who said girls take the longest to get ready? Suddenly a loud ‘Hey!’ was heard from upstairs and Harry was at the bottom of the stairs in a heap, groaning.

“Why, oh why?” I sighed.

“I touched Zayns hair.” He groaned at me. I smirked, if there’s one thing I learned while living with the boys is not under any circumstances can you touch Zayns hair. I put my hand out to help him up. He grasped on tightly as I yanked him up, my sleeve lifted up as well. I quickly pulled it down as I didn’t want anyone to know about my scars. As I pulled it down though, I let go of Harry’s hand. He fell backward, dragging me with him. I was sitting on his chest and we were laughing our heads off, the moment of confusion as he saw my arm was gone. Niall walked down the stairs and stopped on the first step as he saw us. His eyes darkened and he stomped back up the stairs. What the hell was that about?

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Thanks for reading!!!!!

~Lucy Malik