Miss Trouble

Chapter 5: Nightmare

2 weeks have passed since I have moved in with the boys. And I must say, they are pretty funny. I have done a few pranks on each of the boys, earning laughs. They have learned to tolerate my sarcasm, and I've learned to tolerate their loudness. They actually aren't as popstarish as I thought. They are pretty cool people. But they're still Popstarish. We celebrated Niall's birthday, since it was a few days ago. We may or may not have had a cake war and got cake all over the house. I still have green frosting on some of my clothes. Right now it is a Sunday, and a rainy one too. We are all in the living room, still in our pajamas talking, at 2:16 in the afternoon. 

"So, Carter." Louis starts to say, a smirk on his face. "How many boyfriends have you had?" 

"3." I reply plainly, focusing on my Nintendo DSI. Liam and I are in a very very intense battle of Pokémon. He is down to 3 Pokémon left and I still have 5.

"Care to elaborate?" Zayn asks, peeking over my shoulder. 

"Okay, fine." I say, pausing the battle. "First one his name was Anthony. The next one was Tony. Then there was Jackson." I say returning to the game.

"Then who was Austin?" Harry asks, and my head snaps up at his name. I never want to hear his name again. I can remember all of the terrible, terrible things that he has done to me. The name calling, the hitting, the... I don't even want to mention the last part. I pale again, playing all of those terrible memories in my head. 

"Carter!" Liam yells, snapping me out of the nightmare. I realize that Harry is now right beside me, worry etched on his face. He is sitting on the right of me, his left arm wrapped around my shoulder, keeping me sitting up so I won't fall down. Liam is on my left, also worried. Niall, Louis and Zayn are infront of me, on the ground, sitting.

"Are you okay, Princess?" Harry asks, scanning my face with his green eyes. His eyes seem to comfort me, until I remember what happened.

"Ye-yeah. I'm fine." I lie straight through my teeth.

"No you aren't you didn't hit me when I called you Princess." Harry says, bringing me closer to him. I immediately push him away.

"Do you want to tell us?" Niall asks, looking up at me. I look at all of them, wondering if I should trust them with what happened. 

"Trouble, please. You can trust us with anything." Louis reassures. "Carterrrrrrrr!!!" He begs, looking at me. I sigh, deciding to tell them.

"Fine." I breath out. "But if any of you buttheads tell anyone-" I pause, "you will get beaten up by me and I will show no mercy." I warn looking each one in the eye. They all nod. 

"Okay. My last boyfriends name was Austin," I tell them. "that was who you saw calling me, Harry. We broke up 5 months ago. I was fine with the break up, but he obviously wasn't. A month after the break up, he comes to my house, drunk. My parents or my brother weren't home. He staggered into my bedroom, and started calling me names. 'Slut, whore,' all of those." I breath out. They all look saddened by this. This isn't even the worst part. "I told him to get out, and I called him a 'Lying, Cheating, Drunken Idiot.' He got mad at me because of this, and-and he started to hit me." I breath out. Harry's eyebrows are furrowed, and his fists are clenched tight. I notice that all of the other boys are like this also. "He smacked, punched, kicked me, everywhere. He pushed me down my stairs, and nearly cracked my skull open. When I was down on the ground, crying, he came up and kicked me in the gut. I-"

"Didn't you fight back?" Niall asked, interrupting me. I nod, and a tear rolls down my cheek. I never cry.

"Yes, I did. I broke one or two bones in his arm, but the alcohol numbed it. He kept beating me, and beating me. He dragged me up into my room- and he-he..." I choke out. I am now crying, and all of them are comforting me. Liam gets a box of tissues for me.