Keshika's P.O.V
" Keshika, Keshika, what are you doing? OPEN the door !"
I vaguely heard my boyfriend of two years screaming at me through the door. I started shaking, really hard. I know I'm supposed to be strong and all that but I can't. I just can't, not when I have an abusive boyfriend.
Yep, I know that I'm supposed to stand up to him but considering that no one but my best friend believes me, well, it's hard. On the outside, my boyfriend, Adam is a gentleman through and through. So imagine my shock when one day he came home drunk and started hitting me, it all went downhill since then. I always dreamed of a happy ending. So much for that.
The banging on the door got louder and louder by the moment. Oh, what the hell. I'm just gonna open the bloody door. What more can he do to me?
A lot more, the annoying, tiny voice in my head whispered.
"You BITCH! I've been banging on this door for so long! What the hell were you doing in there? You little brainless piece of shit!" He screamed.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and slapped him.
To say that I was shocked was the understatement of the year. Who in their right mind would slap him?
Apparently, I did. I did not realize that I was burning with rage and had slapped him.
Well, the hell with it. I'm so bloody sick with all this.
"YOU DEMENTED DICK!! I'M SO BLOODY SICK OF YOU HITTING ME ALL THE TIME! YOU BETTER GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE BEFORE I CALL THE FREAKING POLICE!" I shot back.
I stormed out of the house and never looked back. And that was one of the best decisions I made in my entire life...
*Four Months Later...
I am at some rich jock's party. The whole league of 'popular' people are there. The party is filled with annoying, obnoxious people. I do not even know what possesed me to come to this party in the first place. Oh, wait my best friend, Amy was the one who dragged me here. Said I needed some 'fun' time.
I admit that I was a little bit depressed. Okay make that a whole lot depressed ( happy now, Amy? ). Ever since I walked out on my boyfriend, I've been in that state, big time. But I'm better now, but I don't see the point of coming to a party where I don't even fit in. I'm currently standing alone at the corner drinking beer from red plastic cups. My best friend had ditched me for some guy. Some friend she is.
" Hey, beautiful. Mind if I join you? " A deep, masculine voice sounded beside me.
Oh God! There goes my brilliant ( or so I thought ) plan to remain a wallflower for the rest of the party. I turned to face the owner of the voice.
"Nope. No can do," I said dryly.
"Aww..You're no fun," the jock replied and walked away.
Phew..Crisis averted.
I went to the bar to get more beer. I certainly needed the alcohol to drown my sorrows. And also to make sure I don't lose my temper here. I might even turn into an alcoholic by the time I leave this party.
Zayn's P.O.V.
I was walking along the darkened streets of London, trying to clear my head. It's so hard nowadays, with the paparazzis and all. The word privacy no longer existed in my life. Not to sound ungrateful or anything, I am really thankful for the opportunity that was given to me and the lads. But sometimes I really felt constricted, not being able to do what I want without the world watching.
