Kryptonite (A 1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: Worst Nightmare Confirmed

ALICIA'S POV

**“Don’t touch me!” I screamed as he yanked my arm towards him.

“I’ll touch you all I want to touch you,” he yelled back at me and grabbed me harder.

I tried my hardest to push away. “You want me to beat you again? You know I will, you bitch,” he slurred in my face, trying to kiss me.

I hated when he was drunk. He always got angry and when he did I was always the one he took it out on. He kissed me full on the lips and shoved his tongue deep in my mouth. I tasted the beer in his mouth and suffocated from his alcoholic smell. I sobbed as his grip got tighter on me and he pushed us back onto the bed.

I couldn’t let him do this to me again. He tried slipping his hands under my shirt. I pushed back as hard as I could. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, slut?” he said pressing my arms to the either side of my head.

I felt his body weight on me. I felt like my life was over. This was really happening. I used my feet and kicked him off me. I made a break for the door. I tried to unlock the two locks on the door but he reached me before I could get the second one open. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down to the floor. He picked me up from the floor by my neck and slammed me against the wall, making my head spin and black dots to come across my vision. I felt faint and cried out in pain as my arm throbbed where he grabbed me previously. “You’re going to pay for that, you stupid bitch.”

His arm came back and balled in a fist and came barreling down towards my face.

**

I woke up covered in sweat and breathing hard. I really hate having that dream. I looked around my dark room, trying to gain back my breath. I clicked the button on the remote and the curtains opened up. It was morning and the light streamed in from the window. I grabbed my medication bottle from inside the secret compartment of my drawer and swallowed two pills. I got up slowly from my bed, careful not to fall down. My head was pounding and nothing seemed clear. I must’ve drank way too much at Britney’s party last night.

After I sang, I got off of the stage and consumed a few more drinks. I barely remember how I made it home last night. At least I know that I didn’t do anything completely stupid. I wasn’t that drunk.

I found my way to the kitchen and saw a steaming plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I smiled at the coffee with three sugars and three creams simmering in the cup next to the plate made to order. Rosie was seriously the best maid ever.

I devoured the food and went right to the coffee. When my head finally started clearing and I took a shower. My phone vibrated and I looked to see a text from Kelly asking me to meet at the studio in one hour. I pressed the home key and my background popped up to a picture of my father and me when I were about 10 years old. I was smiling brightly and he had his arm around me in a tight fatherly bear hug as he smiled just as happily. I sighed remembering that day like it was yesterday. I turned my phone off and threw it on the bed.

I got dressed in my white halter top and red skinny jeans. I slipped on my black flats. Since I don’t really need my stylist today, I just put my hair into the Katniss braid and brushed on some foundation and mascara.

I got in my limo after pushing off the paparazzi and drove off to the studio. I turned my phone back on and two minutes later Kelly called me.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” Kelly said a little impatiently.

I replied, “Sorry, I turned my phone off. Why what’s up?”

“I wanted to let you know that plans have changed. Head to Cafe Dulce and wait for me there. Oh and order me a nonfat double mocha shot latte.” she said just as my limo pulled up to the studio.