Be More Realistic

Mysterious Fights

"Oh my gosh, what are you doing here, Chad! How did you get in?"

"Never mind that! Why did you break up with me you little brat?"

"Because you've been cheating on me with a Barbie named Emma, and you treat me like crap!"

"I treated you like that because I love you! And your no better, you've been dating that Harry kid."

"You're truly an idiot. Have you never seen a magazine before? He has a girlfriend! And how does treating me like I'm a slave show you love me? Honestly, your better off without me. You never payed attention to me before."

"So? You never cared!"

"Because I didn't want you as my boyfriend!"

I can never keep my mouth shut, can I?

"What did you say to me?" He steps closer to me. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared.

"Why didn't you want me as your boyfriend, huh?"

"I-I-uhh. Well, you never treated me great, so I-"

"And?"

"I kind of only had a small crush on you. I didn't want to move to London w-with you." Shoot, I'm stuttering.

"Oh really? Are you sure? Because I don't think you want to tell me this."

What could he possibly do? I back out the door a look behind me. I run out of my room and into my front hall, trying to get out. He chases after me, and I back into the front closet that holds clothes and shoes. He pins my wrists on the wall, and I struggle. I can feel his hot breath on me and his breath smells like beer and weed. Great, he's high too.

"Yes. I do. You were a jerk to me, and I don't want you." Why did I just say that?! I'm an idiot!

He raises his hand, I squeeze my eyes shut and brace for impact. It comes down and whips my left cheek. I scream from pain, and he punched my left cheek as well. I try to get away, but his grip is too tight. Then, my front door opens.

"Hey Amanda, I was wondering if you- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HER?!"

Liam comes in my door and his eyes are wide. I scream an run away, but trip as Chad kicks me and laughs. This pain hurts like a knife, but I can't give in. I hear Liam beating Chad up, but this is excruciatingly painful. My eyes are brimmed with tears, and I finally let them drop down my cheek. Liam picks me up and carries me to my couch. Shoot, I'm still in a towel. "Liam. I'm not dressed!"

"It's okay." He throws my fluffy blanket over me and runs to my kitchen looking for a first aid kit. Chad is long gone. How did he even get in here? I changed the key. I look at the door and finally notice the hinges are loose and the door knob is broken off. "Liam, the first aid is in the bottom drawer." I speak weakly. Energy is being sucked out of me. I think he broke my ankle or something when he kicked me. He boxes on the weekends, before he goes to his club, so he's strong.

"Thanks Ams." He walks over and starts dabbing my bruises on my left cheek with hydrogen peroxide. I have a hand print mark, and a bad cut from his punch. It hurts a lot, but its nowhere near as bad as the injuries themselves. "Do you want to just watch some movies today?"

"Yes please. Can I go change?"

"Yeah."

I limp back to my room and ignore the outfit I chose, and grab some Roots sweats and a shirt from Hollister. I also get some fuzzy socks and slippers. I slowly change, and limp back to my couch. I lay down, and put my head on Liam's lap. For the rest of the day we watch Disney movies.

When Liam falls I scroll through my phone. Then, out of nowhere, I get a text message.

From: Blocked ID

Number Unknown

Next time, it will be worse. I sent him, and he's not even in pro boxing. How's that bruise doing for you? xoxo -J

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When I woke up, I was still annoyed and scare from that text I got. What does J mean? Is it a name, or does it stand for something? I'm so frustrated! They purposely sent in Chad to hurt me. They don't scare me though. I will catch them, but how?

My phone rings out of nowhere, snapping me out of my thinking state. I look at the Caller ID, and see its Harry calling. I pick up the phone.

A: Hello?

H: Hey, Liam just told me that Chad abused you yesterday? Why didn't you call or text me?

Really Harry? He's so stupid, he couldn't see how much he's been neglecting me these past few days?

A: I don't know, maybe because you haven't spoken to me for a week, in any way. I'm closer to Liam then I am to you.

H: Oh. Sorry. Hope you get well soon.

This is so low of him. Basically no comfort or sympathy whatsoever from him, and all I got was "get well soon". It's like he doesn't like me anymore. Why does my life have to be so confusing?!

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Hey guys! So I now have 56 reads, 7 votes and 3 comments (one from me 😔) BUT one of my favourite authors read my book and have given me some tips to get more reads, so I plan on fulfilling them tonight possibly. Love you guys so much!!!!

-Livster