She's Not Afraid (1D)

Silence

**Taylor'sPOV**

I sat in the car beside Dan, who kept shooting worried glances my way. I didn't even bother trying to explain I wasn't trying to kill myself. They weren't going to believe me. I just carried on listening to music.

I ignored everyone for the whole car ride, just sitting there in my little bubble, staring out of the window. I didn't really care anymore.

I couldn't wait until I got home, I was going to sleep everything off. Maybe it would've been good for everyone if I fell. Why didn't Louis let me fall? Maybe he wanted me to suffer day to day, maybe he just wanted to keep me alive so Sophie wouldn't be sad. That made sense. Everybody loved Sophie.

I leaned my head against the window, watching the rain pour down. I hadn't even realized that it was raining until now. Flashes of past memories with Adam flashed through my mind, making my day so much worse. Everything was crashing down around me.

I walked into the living room of my boyfriends flat carefully, trying not to wake him up. He was passed out on the sofa, a Stella Artois beer can in his hand. I took a deep breath before trying to cross the cluttered floor, my aim to reach the door. I wasn't so lucky.

Just as I reached the wooden door, someone pulled on my hair from behind. I was yanked back into the living room and thrown onto the floor, numerous beer cans digging into my sides. "Where did you think you were going, hmm?" My so called boyfriend, Adam, spat.

"To the shop." I stuttered, although I had tried my hardest not to. If I stuttered, in Adam's book, I was lying which meant pain for me.

"Stop fucking lying to me, you pathetic whore!" He yelled, kicking my leg. I yelped in pain, curling myself into a little ball and wrapping my hands around my head to protect my head and my face. That was the only place I couldn't hide my injuries.

"I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me!" I screamed back, only angering him more.

"Don't tell me what to fucking do!" He began kicking me harder, aiming for anywhere on my body. I screamed as there were more and more blows delivered to my ribs, convinced that he was either just going to break them or actually kill me this time.

He pulled me up by my hair and slammed me into a wall, punching me in the mouth. I could taste blood and I was pretty sure I had a busted lip. Well that was nothing, but it was going to be hard to cover up. "Get out of my apartment, slag." He yelled, pulling me by the hair to the door and chucking me out.

I sobbed quietly as I watched the world go past in a blur. I didn't want Dan to hear me.

I knocked on the door of flat number fourty-five and waited paitently until the door opened. "Hello?" Adam slurred, opening the door. He took one look at me and his expression hardened. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside roughly, causing me to fall to the floor. "You're late." He hissed, pulling me up again by my bicep."I had to order my dinner, because you were fucking late."

Adam dragged me into the kitchen and threw me into the island, my head crashing against the marble. "Make me food." He shoved me towards the stove and I had no choice but to comply. I was in a kitchen with a dangerous man, surrounded by many weapons which could be used against me.

I put oil into a frying pan, along with some bacon and put them on the gas. "Hurry up!" I flinched at his loud voice, reminding me of just how close he was.

Soon enough I had his food on a plate and was ready to hand it to him when I was pulled back to the cooker. "I still haven't punished you for being late." He said, an crazy glint in his eye. He grinned and then picked up my hand, shoving it into the boiling hot oil. I screamed in pain, trying to pull my hand back but he wouldn't let me.