Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 25

TAYLOR'S POV

"Shut the fuck up slut!"

Sam spits at me and I stutter. It's obvious that I'm giving up. After this video gets leaked, it's the end. Everybody will watch it. My career will be over. Completely over. I'll have to hide from the entire world in order to not get humiliated. I can imagine the news headlines going "Taylor Swift got raped by Sam Wiles?" everywhere.

The unbearable pain kept striking me in my lower area. But after a while, I start to feel numb down there. I know it's all in my mind, and it's telling me to give up. I feel myself losing consciousness as the drug slowly takes effect on me. My body really wants to give up...I just wanted the pain to stop.

I knew I couldn't give up no matter how much my body wanted to. Harry wouldn't want me to. I didn't want to leave his side. He is my everything and it would be selfish of me to give up just like that. No matter how much pain I was feeling right now, it would never be more than the pain I'd cause my family and friends if I gave up.

Tears violently rushed down my bruised cheeks as the pain starts to intensify. I couldn't help but let out another strained scream. It was terrible.

"SHUT UP!"

Sam slaps my already bruised cheek and it starts to throb in pain once again. I bite down on my lip as hard as I can, trying not to make any more noise. My body trembles as he continues to thrust into me roughly.

Suddenly Sam's phone starts to ring and he sighed in frustration. He pulled out of me, making me let out a small cry because of the friction. I slowly opened my red eyes and watch as he crawls off the bed and over to the table opposite the bed.

"Why the fuck are you calling?"

I heard him say and I took this chance to reach for my phone that was resting on the nightstand beside me. But my hand was so weak that it could barely move.

C'mon Taylor...get your fucking phone.

I force my hand to the side and shakily reached for my phone. When I got hold of the device, I heard him say.

"Yea...I've got her. She's such a good girl...such a good girl. It's so fun playing with her. Harry's all yours now."

Who the hell is he talking to? What does this have to do with Harry? Are they going to hurt him? What the fuck is he planning? All I know is that I have to call Harry now.

I pushed myself to sit up but squeezed my eyes shut when my lower section starts to ache. Using my hand, I covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming from the pain. Slowly, I tried to move my legs out of bed to get to the bathroom. My bare body attempts to walk to the bathroom, occasionally looking back to see if Sam was still on the phone.

As I take a step, a big pile of blood gushes out of my lower torso, running down my legs. I can barely feel anything down there and I'm not walking straight. My legs feel like they're going to give up soon. I have to get to the toilet to call Harry now.

But I spotted the camera at the corner of my eye, not too far away from where I was currently. I decided to do something crazy. I was going to try and destroy the camera and the memory card.

I grab the tripod and was about to use it as support. But my legs gave way and I fell straight to the ground, sending the tripod and the camera straight to the floor. The impact made a large crashing noise, but not enough to destroy the camera. Sam turned around and his eyes widened as he saw what I was trying to do.

"That bitch is trying to escape! I'll fucking call you back."

He muttered and threw his phone on the table, running over to me. I try to crawl to the bathroom but Sam pounces on me and grabs onto my ankles.