What if?

12. Body

        When we arrived at my hotel, I leaned over to give Luke a hug goodnight before running into the lobby straight to the elevator. I held my burning face in my hands. That was the bravest thing I've ever done. Omg. Not the hug guys, the kiss!! It's just a kiss on the cheek, I know, I know, but I've never done these kinds of things before. I've never felt this way about someone. Feeling shy when he looks at me and not knowing what to say when he compliments me. I got shocked out of my thoughts when I the elevator dinged, telling me I've reached my floor.

        I skipped to my room with my heart still dancing in my chest and the fuzzy feeling not leaving my tummy. I swiped my key card, locked the door and flopped onto my bed, sighing in comfort. I didn't care about my shoes or my clothes. I was too happy!
After a little war with myself, I finally got up to take a shower, which turned out to be an hour of day dreaming about Luke's eyes, Luke's stubble, Luke's laugh, basically about Luke. Give me a break. I'm still letting all of this sink in.

        As a fangirl, I would say I'm taking this pretty well but I still need time to take it all in. Questioning if this is a dream on a daily basis. I even pinch myself to make sure I wasn't going cray cray. I felt my fingers go numb from being in the water for too long so I decided that I should get dried and just go to sleep before I spend all night in the shower. I blame Luke Hemmings. He makes me go insane but he makes me sane, you get me?

        I walked out of the bathroom in my towel and got changed into a big t-shirt and some sweatpants. After letting my hair out of a bun, I flopped myself onto the bed for the second time tonight. I closed my eyes and hummed in pleasure because it felt like I was on a cloud. Images of all the events from today flooded my mind.

        So much happened today. From meeting Michael, to telling Luke about my family and past, him taking me to the studio, me singing, meeting Calum, sort of, Luke taking me away from Calum, Maccas, fans, the kiss, even the hug. Wow. Today was crazy but it will be a day I'll never forget.

        Though I couldn't help but question how lucky I got and what if I walked away from Luke the other day when I was lost? What if he didn't bother coming to me? What if we just never met all together? Hmm.. I need to stop asking my self what if questions before I go crazy but I can't help from over thinking. I eventually fell asleep after a long and tiring day.

*Caution*
It gets a violent so read at your own risk or proceed to next chapter x

        I woke up noticing that I was in my bed back in Florida. Was me moving out and meeting 5SOS all just a dream? I knew it was too good to be true. Then out of the blue, I heard two people shouting from downstairs. I ran down to find my parents shouting at each other arguing about God knows what. I remember this happening before.

        It was the day my dad left us. It was like deja vu. I wanted to speak up to stop whatever they were arguing about to prevent it from getting worse, or like what happened in my dream where my dad left us, but I couldn't. No words were coming out of my mouth. I tried to shout but nothing. All of a sudden my dad turned to me and told me to pack my things because I was leaving with him. What.

        This didn't happen the last time. Plus, I couldn't go with him. What would he do for me? He didn't have the money to pay the bills and I am expected to go and live with him? He wouldn't even pay for my universities and all. I was still frozen in my tracks when my dad yelled at me, "Bloody hell! You don't need your things! We're leaving now!" Dragging me out the door with him.

        I looked back to find my mother not caring about me being brought away from her by my dad. Does she not care about me as much as I thought? I followed my dad with my head down, tears running down my cheeks. I just couldn't believe that my own mother didn't care. I finally decided to look back and I saw Luke. He was running to me, calling my name. He was here. He was coming after me. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. But my dad seemed to have heard him so he grabbed my arm making sure I wasn't going anywhere. It's probably going to form a bruise from how tight his grip was.

        Luke got closer and reached out his hand for me. I reached as well but when I almost touched it, I was pulled into a van which sped away the second the doors closed. I looked back to find Luke running after the van but gave up when we were too far to chase. The last thing I saw was him on his knees and hitting the groud.

        I sat down and hugged my knees as the tears ran down my face. My dad tied my hands together. Why is he doing this? We came to a stop and once again I was dragged out by my dad into this run down motel. I had so many questions that I couldn't ask because I couldn't speak. We went into a room and I sat on the corner of the bed. My dad and two other men joined me in the room. I was still confused by the situation and sad at the same time.

        I was spacing out but the next thing I knew I was slammed to the floor. My right cheek was in so much pain from the impact. One of the men with my dad had decided to 'play with me'. He pulled my hair to make me get up so I did but all he did was slam me to the ground again. What is this? Why is this happenning? I have no idea. What I do know is that no one will save me from this. Not my dad, my mum, my brothers or friends and especially now Luke.

        I turned my face to the floor and started crying. The same man pulled my hair again making me look up at him. He said, "My my, you're not as pretty as I expected you to be. But your body should still be as fun to play with." I cringed at his words knowing his intentions. He started touching my legs slowly going up to my butt. I mentally cursed at myself for sleeping without pants. I had no idea what to do. I tried pushing him away and kicking him but he only budged a little bit. My hands being tied together made it harder for me to fight back. I decided to swing a punch at him which landed on his jaw.

        But he just laughed, "Wow you're a bad girl." His evil smiling face turned into an angry one. He spit at me before pulling me to the side of the room. "Let's see how bad you can be when you're unconscious!" He was ready to smash my head into the wall when I blacked out.

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