Bruised and Scarred.

Unexpected And Highly Unwelcomed Guests

Little could I comprehend at the moment, but I could definitely understand that the scruffy, rugged, filthy man standing in my doorway was someone who ruined my life countless times and I had sworn to myself to never let him do that again. I obviously didn't know this would happen.

"Hello Jessie" he spoke lowly, and with a scum filled grin. My original name is Jessie, but I changed it to erase every remain of my past. 

"Dad, get away from me!" I shouted only leading to his damn grin to get bigger. He looked disgusting. His soaked hair stuck to his face and the smell of smoke and alcohol spiraled around him.  "But don't you miss me?" he asked taking a step forward while I immediately stepped back and into a lamp that fell over and broke. His grin became bigger as he took another step, successfully making me trip over the lamp and onto the mess of glass. I wanted to scream in pain at the glass that was now piercing through the skin on my hands..

"Don't you want to see your own father again?" His sentence ringing louder after each word. Even when he stopped talking his voice still rung throughout the flat. This time he crouched down to my level and started by picking up the largest piece of glass. He tossed it around in his hand a little before bringing it close to my throat.Then he simply dragged it down to my collar bone where he made a small intrusion in the skin. Wordlessly he started to drag it over my arm. I was just waiting for him to cut open a vein so I could die like he wanted me to so many times in my childhood. Tears had been streaming down my face this whole time silently while he played with a glass shard.Next he traced each finger with it then slowly crept back up my arm.As he went farther and farther up my arm he started to press it harder and harder into my skin. Once he seemed happy with the mess he made, he dropped the glass and slapped me in the face. He then proceeded to stand up and laugh while walking away. That's too bad for him because I'm not done with him. As his back was turned I stood up and grabbed onto his shoulders, forcing him down to the ground. While I stood catching my breathe, mistakenly with my back turned to him he hooked his foot around my ankle bringing me down with him. From there I suffered punch after punch to the gut, face, ribs on plenty of blows.Too bad he still wasn't done with me yet as I was dragged into the first room down the hallway,Niall's room. He dragged me in and threw me against the wall. I tried t stay on my feet, but only slid down the wall as his horrid laugh filled my ears and my vision turned blank.

Niall's pov

I woke up today feeling good, but there was a tug at my heart that reminded me of how i had to leave her alone today. Whoever decided to give her a day off while I couldn't be there too really... don't know. Just looking at her sleep was enough to make me feel more than a little guilty about how I ad to leave her today. I quietly got out of bed , going into the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Afterwards I got ready and drove to work with Louis. Apparently the concern was evident in my face. "Cheer up mate. She'll be fine" he tried to convince me. I'll believe it for now. When we met up with the rest of the guys I felt better, but still nervous the whole day whenever I got a chance to think.

 It was 11:45 at night when I was dropped back off at y shared flat. I was so tired, but it was such a fun night on stage with the boys just doing our job. I tried to call home tens of tons of times, but never got an answer from Jessa. Which slightly scared me. What also scared me was the slight chill I got from walking into the flat, and that Jessa still wouldn't answer each time I called out into the flat. Maybe she was sleeping perhaps. So I walked down the hallway. "Jessa" I said going towards her room. I stopped in my spot when I heard a cash from my room. Slowly walking in I saw Jessa slumped against the wall with bruises and dried blood everywhere on her. Without a second guess I pulled out my phone and calmly called for an ambulance while on the inside I was screaming and crying and having a heart attack. It was hard to sit there and hold her while she was barley alive.

It wasn't long before paramedics were running into the room and dragging me away from her. I was crying while they did all they could to clean her up. When they lifted her onto the gurney and into the ambulance I almost got in with her, but the one paramedic said there's enough people in there already. The paramedic smiled a little before umping into the ambulance and closing the doors. At this I called Zayn and asked him to rush over and take me to the hospital, "What'd you do?" he asked. "It's not about me Zayn..." I trailed off right as he hung up and I'm assuming got in his car and rushed over here. In the time that I was waiting I texted Louis and Harry to drive over there and for Harry to comfort me while they drove. Zayn arrived moments after Harry and Louis responding to my message. Liam took a little while longer, but replied with "I'm on my way".

We all arrived at the nearest hospital all about the same time. The receptionist asked who we were waiting for and Liam told her. She said that we would have to wait a while before we could go in.

Hours later, I was being pulled into her room by Liam. Only two were allowed in at a time. I couldn't bring myself to see her lying in a hospital bed knowing it was my fault that I left her there all alone. Liam pulled two chairs up next to the bed as I sat in the one closest to her. The doctor said that she's sleeping and while be awake in the morning. Liam stayed with me for half an hour and traded with the guys who each had a turn to see her while I never left her side. Not that I even wanted to.

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