Fallen (one direction)

Chapter One

"I don't care what you think Rhaine! I'm 19, I don't need a fucking curfew!" James yelled at me.

"You're my boyfriend! You should at least show a little remorse for not coming home until two in the morning on our anniversary! Especially with lipstick on your collar!"

That's right, it was our 1 year anniversary. All honesty it was the worst yet best year of my life. James took me to nice places and bought me things, but that only ever happened when he'd fly on the handle and hit me.

He has serious anger issues...but i I put up with his shitty temper because I love him. That and the fact that he terrifies me, I know that if I ever leave him he's just going to come after me. Besides I have no place to go.

My mother passed away when I was 12, my older brother Scott died of Leukemia 3 years later, after that my father hated me. He said it was all my fault that my mother died and that if I weren't born he could've paid for my brothers treatment.

He started hitting me and he used to touch me before my mother died. So I ran away a little while after I turned 17 to live with James in London. He never knew about what my father did to me, just that I didn't want to live with him anymore.

"Oh my God! Shut the fuck up you little bitch!" He yelled, hitting me in the face. I fell to the floor next to the bed.

I grabbed my phone that had fallen onto the carpeted flooring, prepared to dial. "STOP!" I screamed. "Or what? Are gonna call the damn cops on me?"

James grabbed my wrist and jerked my phone out of my hand. "Can't use your phone if its broken." James smirked and threw it at the wall.

He wrapped his hand in my brown almost black hair and yanked me up on my feet.

I wanted to cry, but I just kept holding back the tears. "Go clean yourself up, you look like shit. Like always." He said shoving me towards the bathroom.

He wasn't always like this, only when he's been drinking. James is really an amazing guy. He'll wake up in the morning once the alcohols worn off and apologise, that's the way it always goes.

I looked in the bathroom mirror. My bottom lip was busted and swollen, dry blood was smeared on my chin. It hurt just to look at my right eye, already bruised a deep purple. My left eye was extremely red. It was impossible to even tell that I had blue eyes.

I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to clean up my cuts. If he want to make me look like this, he can sleep next to me like this.

I stepped out of my tight red dress, which I'd worn just for James, and walked into the bedroom. I peeked in surprised that he wasn't in bed already.

I shrugged it off figuring he was probably just making himself something to eat. I stepped in the room and pulled an over-sized, short sleeved shirt and some sweats cut into shorts from the dresser and slipped them on.

As I turned around a pair of hands grabbed me, throwing me harshly onto the bed.

"James what are you-"

"Shut up skank." He said, trying to force my legs open.

"James stop!" I yelled, pushing myself away from him. He grabbed the collar of my shirt to pull me back into his reach, he yanked so hard he ripped the shirt.

"James please!" I yelled trying to get him to quit. He still wouldn't. Without thinking I slapped him, I instantly knew that was the wrong move.

He lunged at me and I screamed, managing to roll off of the bed only to land on my bad hip and injure myself.