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#65

Evie:

Hey.

Niall:

Are you okay?! Like legit I was crapping myself, was that your boyfriend sending us messages.

Evie:

Basically.

Harry:

I don't like him.

Niall:

Feelings mutual.

Evie:

Nice... I do.

Harry:

He seems like a twat.

Evie:

Well that's because I was in the wrong, I shouldn't even be messaging you. Ffs he's gonna fucking do it again when he checks my phone 
-_-

Niall:

Check your phone?

Harry:

Do what O.o

Evie:

Look it's nothing okay?

Niall:

Is he hurting you?

Harry:

I'm actually gonna lose my shit.

Evie:

I'm fine! You can leave me a line he's gonna be back in an hour.

{Niall is faceTiming you}

"Evie are you okay?" His concerned face flashed through the screen I had covered the camera with my hand and then I was Harry with his brows furrowed looking at the camera.

"Evie, don't cover the camera." Harry pleaded, his concern flashing through his face.

I slowly uncovered my camera, my bruises shown to the two boys. They gasp.

"I'm actually gonna fucking kill him." Harry shouted, making me flinch. A tear left my eye and streamed down my bruised cheek.

Niall's mouth was wide open, along with his eyes. "Holy- are you- fuck sakes" he was lost for words. That's when the door flew open and my boyfriend came stumbling in.

"Bitch come here" he stumbled over to the couch and collapsed onto it.

"Leave this on we will be quiet we want to hear what's going on." Niall whispered, I nodded leaving it on the counter so he wouldn't know.

I slowly walked over to Isaac and stared down at the boy with a massive smirk on his face.

"Make me some food, make your self useful you worthless whore" he turned on the Tv, I nodded and grabbed my phone walking into the kitchen.

Niall had his brows furrowed and Harry looked as if he was going to start screaming and shouting any second, hopefully not.

I started to prepare his food in silence. I was making Mac and cheese since I couldn't be bothered making anything else.

A few seconds laster he said he wanted a cup of coffee as well, so I started to boil the kettle.

I sighed as the silence surrounded me.

"He's such a fucking idiot." Harry whispered.

I placed the phone back on the counter as I carried in my boyfriends food and coffee.

He was watching tv I placed the food on the table and passed him his coffee, I sat down next to him. I was scared of what he could do.

"Your a fucking whore, seriously, you play everyone no wonder no one wants you. Your used and pathetic.

This is where it went downhill.

Harry started shouting. And screaming my face turned pale as I tried to stand up and run away. But he grabbed my and pulled me down. "Fucking slut!" He shouted. The next thing I know is pain.

I feel my body burn, my skin red hot.

He's threw the steaming hot coffee on me. I screamed in pain. "Please no" I screamed as he started to punch me.

I was greeted with blackness as I passed out.

It's better then being with him.