....Elise....
My head is pounding, good I feel like I'm having 30 hangovers in one. I open my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar room, the majority of the room was white, the bed I was lying was so soft and comfy. I start to try to get up but I I am stopped by a searing pain running through me stomach and head, I let out a small scream as a slump back onto the bed, tears streaming down my face. I'm scared. I can't remember anything from last night.
As I lay sobbing on the bed scared out of mind not knowing what's happened to me I see my phone lying on the bedside Table. I wriggle over to it, gritting my teeth with every move. I reach it and pull it towards me. I unlock and go to text Georgia, until I realise I might need bigger guns than Georgia can provide. James. I dial his number and wait for him to pick up.
"Common common" I whisper glancing at the door to see if anyone's coming.
" hey Elise, what's up" asks James.
" James thank god you picked up" I reply in a hushed whisper. "I'm so scared, I've woken up to. Pounding headache in a strangers house, I have no clue where I am and I'm covered in bruises and cuts. I can't remember anything form last night."
I start to cry into the phone. There's. Pause before James replies.
" I'm coming straight over, make sure the guy can't get into the room with you, I'll track your phone."
And he's gone. I feel slightly safer knowing that James is coming. I stand from the bed knowing I have to act fast because someone would of heard me by now. I ignore the pain running through my body and limp towards the bookcase next to the door, I grab it by its side and pull it over the door grunting from the effort and pain my body endures.
I hear running coming from the other side of the door, and someone rattling at the door handle and banging at the door.
" God Dammit, let me in" someone screams. " fuck".
I curl up in a bawl at the end of the bed and cover my ears in a feeble attempt to block out the repeated banging on the door. My hands a trembling and blood drips from my knees and hands where my healing wounds have been reopenedI just have to wait for James I think to myself, God I hope he's quick.
....10 minutes later....
The guy has stopped banging on the door and I can hear him walking around. I've changed my position to be lying on my back, completely straight cause that's what hurts the least. I'm still waiting on James, he should be here soon.
There's a knock at the door and I hear someone walk through the house, I hear the door lock click and then a mumbled conversation. A then a thud. Shit I hope James is alright. I hear walking again and I start to back away from the door. Multiple doors are opened and closed down the hall way until I hear a rattle of mine. The door is suddenly pushed open roughly, causing the bookcase to scrape against the floor and fall with a loud thud.
"James?" I whisper, scared that it may not be him.
"Holy shit, Elise what do that guy do to you" he asks angrily as he kneels beside me. "Common, I'll carry you"
He gently picks me up bridal stile securing his arm around my waist, touching the injury in my stomach. I let out a cry of pain.
"Shit, sorry" he apologised placing me carefully back on the bed.
I wipe the tear rolling down my check away and bite my lip to stop any other shouts. James carefully lifts the shirt I'm wearing up so he can see my stomach, unfortunately I'm only wearing underwear, heat rises to my check as I squirm against his touch. His hand traces over my stomach as he follows the lines of bruises that are etched across my stomach. I watch as his eyebrows furrow together. He lifts his head to meet my eyes. Is soft blue eyes are brimming with tears. James is tough and I've never seen him cry before. His sudden vulnerability encourAges me to wrap my arms around his waist and he responds, pulling me in close being careful to avoid hurting me. We stay there, embracing each other for a while, my head burried in his shoulder, tears dripping onto his white shirt. He pulls away from me and brings his hands up to my face cupping my checks and plants a small kiss on my forehead, letting out a warm breath into my hair. His presence already starting to calm my racing heart and aching muscles. I let out a long breath.
"Can we go?" I ask quietly.
James nods and starts to pick me up again. He places his hands around my waist and under me legs but before he can lift me footsteps reach the door. I can't see who it is because James' is blocking my view.
"What the fuck, mate" someone yells from the doorway.
James let's go of me and turns straightening up to his full height of 6ft2. His stands protectively in front of me with his fists curled in anticipation. The guys in the doorway puts his hands up palms flat. He's tall but still not as tall as James and no where near as muscular. The guy has messy mop of chocolate brown curls, his jawline in sharp and has a large red spot where I'm guessing James punched him . His eyes are emerald green. Eyes that are looking at me. I cower away from his stare, knowing what he's done to me. I look up through my lashes and see a look of confusion plastered across his face as he notices me cowering behind James.
"Woahhh" the guy exclaims to James hands at his chest in a peaceful stance. "I don't mean any harm".
James starts forward ready to punch him again. But the guy steps back.
"Heyyy, stop" he shouts again! And then turns to me " do you remember anything?" He asks softly, his eyes flickering between me and James.
"Don't fucking speak to her your disgusting fuck" James shouts back. He's returned back to my side, he shadow casting over me in the morning light.
"Mate, I think there been some confusion. I didn't do this" the guy pleads.
James pulls face clearly not believing him.
"I'm..." the guy starts but is interrupted by a call from down the hall.
"HARRY" someone shouts through the house "why is your door open? Are you okay?".
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Okay wow it's literally been years give me a shout If your still reading.
Placing bets on the amount of responses I'll get,
My bet none!! Ahah
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