Broken (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Rough Commencements

Grace's POV:

 I was currently cruising down the highway in my silver convertible. I snuck a glance at the clock and discovered that it was 8:49 p.m. 

 I punched the stereo on, and put on my favourite station. Adele's soothing voice flooded my ears. My muscles relaxed. I'd been at work non-stop for over a week-- just trying to make things perfect for everyone. I'd haden't had a time to myself in a while.

 I turned the corner of the highway, allowing a visible view of the pub upfront. I kept driving around the entrance, hoping to get a glimpse of Blake. Just as I was about to get my phone out, I caught him stumbling out of the wide club's doors, with a bottle of alcohol in his left hand.

 I beeped the horn, indicating for him to look my way. He looked my way, and almost immediately a huge smirk emerged upon his face. He stumbled towards me, swishing the drink now and again pouring it on the sidewalk.

 I bit my lip. He was drunk. Things never turned out well when he was drunk. It somehow resulted in me getting punished. I shook the thought out of my head.

 He steadily opened the door, and hopped inside. His gaze was focused on me.

 "So w-when has your b-brother been more i-important than m-me?" He queered, taking another swig of his drink.

 "Well, it's his first day here-- and a lot has changed since I last saw him; so I wanted to spend some time with him and his friends." I mumbled.

 He slammed his drink down. "Friends? So your letting 5 idiots stay at your house for the whole summer?" He raged.

 I felt my face burning. "Excuse me but they're not idiots, they're lovely people. And technically, it's not my house; It's both mine and my brothers."

 This enraged him further. Before he could try anything, I slammed my foot on the pedal and started to drive off.

 "Blake, I can't stay with you tonight. . . I promised my brother I'd be home straightaway." I murmured.  I don't think he could hear me though, he rolled down the window and stared off into the distance. I shivered at the sudden flash of frost.

 I jabbed my finger on the heater my car supplied with. I adjusted the knobs to my liking, letting the warm air surround me. 

 Blake's house wasn't that far away, maybe a few blocks away. I turned off into his local neighbourhood. I looked to my left, seeing all the other small houses on the street. 

 Blake lives alone, so he only needed a house with the basic essentials; such as a bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. His rent was cheap, so he moved in. The only turn off was the neighbourhood. I would always get chills down my spine driving through-- especially at night. Let's just say, the people aren't as nice as a regular neighbourhood. Most of the people on this block have majour drinking problems, and few have trouble with drugs.

 Blake's house was right on the corner. I turned into his driveway, turning the engine off completely. I took the keys out of the ignition, and dangled them in my left hand. I hopped out of my shining convertible and slammed the door shut. 

 I snuck a glance over the car's hood to make sure that he was following. His drink was still in his hands, dripping over the top and onto the pavement. He stumbled towards the entrance of the house, tripping over his own feet.

 I repeated his movements, and moved towards the entrance. His keys were fumbling in his hands. I gently brushed my fingers against his fist, and removed the keys from his hands. I turned the key into the lock and pushed open the door. 

 "I'm still pissed off at you." He grumbled. 

 I froze. This never ended well-- as I said before, especially when he was drunk, but this did occasionally happen when he was sober as well.

 I stepped back, leaning on he door frame. 

 "Please Blake. Just please not tonight; I have to go back home later to my brother." I murmured. "I don't want him to discover anything out. He's not even that pleased about our relationship!" I waved my hands frantically.

 He smirked at me. "I advise you don't tell me what to do." 

 I closed my eyes. I could feel his presence coming closer towards me. He arms snaked around my waist. He rested his head upon my shoulder. He was breathing hot marks on my neck, making me a bit uncomfortable. 

 "I'm not happy that your going to be spending your entire summer around with a bunch of boys." He breathed, tightening his grip around my waist. My breathing hitched. This was when it started.

 "I-I already told you not to worry." I squeaked, trying to unravel from his grip. However, he just tightened it even more. 

 "P-Please let go of me," I mumbled, trying to escape from the death grip.

 He unravelled his arms from around me, but still kept a very tight space in between us. "Are you scared?" He smirked at me.

 I shrunk back in my spot. I wasn't sure how to answer that question.

 Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation in my left cheek. My head jerked to the other side. I looked up to see Blake's figure on top of me.

 "Answer me." He growled.

 "N-No, I'm not scared." I choked. 

 He leered at me, and began to back away. "Get out. I'll call you whenever." 

 I swallowed back a sob. I nodded vigorously, and stood up from the floor. I struggled to find the handle, as my back was still leaning on the door frame. I didn't dear tear my glance away from him. I've made that mistake once.

 I was lucky that this wasn't as bad as usual. I guess the picture finally made sense to him that I would actually be going home to people tonight so he had to go a little easier.

 I managed to turn the knob, and push it open quick enough before he barked at me once again. I shut the door behind me and began running towards my car. 

 As soon as I was in and buckled up tight. My main instinct was to lock the doors. I didn't want any unwanted predators to enter-- especially in this neighbourhood. 

 I picked up my purse from the floor of the car and brought it up onto my lap. I zipped it open, and began rummaging through my purse.

 I finally pulled out my mini eyeshadow palette which had a handy mirror attached to it. It was my only mirror source in my purse. 

 I brought the mirror to my left cheek and began examining my cheek. I gasped at the sight. My left cheek had red patches towards my upper cheek bone. It was completely obvious that I had been hit.

 I began rummaging through my purse again, desperately trying to find my foundation to cover this up. After countless times of looking, It popped into my mind. 

 I had left it at home. 

 Well, great. How am I supposed to go home with a red blotched cheek and expect my brother and his friends to act completely normal. 

 There was no way that I was going to tell them. Louis is way to protective of me, and quite frankly I'm embarrassed of being beaten every night.

 Well, one way or another-- I need to hide this, and fast.

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Hey guys. Sorry it took like a month to upload... But here it is now! Please pardon how this is written, It's definitely not my best, and I was writing on my phone so it's not as good. Hope you guys liked it so far, if you did please comment and vote and then I'll consider updating more frequently. c:

-Chloe, xoxoo.