I'm Yours (Book One in the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 14

The next few months have mostly been a blur. I don't really pay much attention to much nowadays. I don't really know where I am half of the time. All that's on my mind is the next time I have to go see Nick. He comes up every weekend but this weekend, he wants to come to him. I guess I have no choice.

I've done what he told me to. I haven't spoken a word about what he did to me on the night of my birthday. The fear I feel is just unspeakable. History is repeating itself. I just never thought it would be in the form of Nick. I don't know what happened to him in that year we were apart, but I don't like it. But I can't get away. He'll hurt me. Or Glen...

That's one thing that I have managed to get away with. I can still speak to him. Of course, Nick doesn't know. I don't want him to hurt Glen. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened.

I look up and see Glen looking at me. I've obviously gone off on another one of my internal brain rants and missed something he's said to me.

“What did you say?”

“I didn't say anything.”

Well, that makes a change. Would have put money on me missing something again.

“Why are you staring at me then?” I ask.

He doesn't answer. Now that I'm looking, really looking, I notice that his eyes are sad. A sadness that seems to have been there for some time. How long has it been since I properly looked at him?

“What is it, Glen?”

“Why are you with him?”

Oh Christ. What the hell am I supposed to say now? I wince and look away.

“Glen, don't.”

“No, Emie. You're...my best friend. And you've been different since that night. Because of him. You're miserable and I can't stand seeing you that way.”

“Just leave it.”

“No!” he shouts. My eyes widen and I stare at him. “You're meant to be happy! And you're not! I won't sit around and let him fuck you up!”

Glen hasn't shouted at me for a very long time. I don't really know what to do.

“You're not going to see him,” he says.

“I have to.”

“No you don't! You don't have to do anything.”

“Please, just drop it. I'm going to see him.”

“What has he done to you?”

Oh shit.

“Nothing,” I lie.

“You're lying. Tell me what that bastard has done to you.”

“He hasn't done anything.”

“Why won't you talk to me any more? We used to tell each other everything. Now you're distant all the time. What has he said or done to you?”

I could tell him. Everything. And he could help me. I could get away from Nick forever and live a life with Glen. A happy life. A perfect life.

But Glen doesn't feel that way about me. That life will never happen. I'm stuck with Nick. Stuck with the fear, the threat, the danger.

“Nothing.”

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I walk into Nick's flat and take off my shoes. I don't hear him, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing. I walk into the living room and see him sat on the sofa, waiting for me. I force a smile.

“I've missed you.” The words make me want to heave.

“Where have you been?”

“What d'you mean? I've only just arrived here.”

“You were meant to be here two hours ago.”

“What?”

He gets up. My body seizes up and my heart begins to drum in my chest.

“We agreed that you would catch the 4 o'clock train. But you obviously caught the 6...”

“I didn't know...” He's moving towards me, and I can feel myself edging back to the wall. “I don't remember saying that.”

“Were you with him?”

“No!”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I'm not!”

“I can smell him on you. Did you fuck him?”

“Nick, no. I wouldn't do that to you.”

He grabs my chin and brings it right into his face. Oh shit, what is he going to do to me?

“Lying bitch,” he hisses and throws me back. My head slams into the wall and I see stars. I feel sick to my stomach. He's going to hurt me again...

Before I can get my head straight, he's pulling me up by my hair. I know not to react. It'll just make it worse. If I just keep my mouth closed and think of anything else, this will all be over.

Punch after punch after slap after kick. I don't even know how long the attack goes on for. I just take it all. I am completely hopeless.

When he's eventually finished, he spits on me and leaves me there on the floor. He's avoided my face. Clever move. No one will see what he's done to me. No one will notice the black marks all over my back and stomach, because I will be clever enough to keep them from view. And the emotional scars are easy enough to hide.

No one will ever know.

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A/N - This ones a short chapter, seeing as the last one was pretty long. I might put up another one later one today to make up for it. It's really difficult to write these chapters and make them something people want to read. I really hope I've succeeded. Please let me know what you think. And its crazy to have hit near 600 reads! I honestly didn't think anyone would be interested in this at all. Thank you all so much! Love love x