~5 years later~I was laying in my bed just thinking about the old times. Damn did I miss Niall, but there was nothing I could do about it. He apparently didn't care to call or write me. He was off living his dream with now 3 of his best friends, I guess one of them left the band. I try not to read about One Direction because I like to think I don't care, but sometimes I can't help myself. I was interrupted of my train of thought by my fiancé. "Good morning." Shane said rudely. I rolled my eyes. Why am I even still with him. "I said good morning Kaylee!" He yelled and raised his hand up as if he was going to slap me. "Good morning Shane." I said not even looking at him. "Yeah you stupid bitch, learn how to answer people when they talk to you. Oh and look at them too." He said. I looked at him with squinty eyes and just shook my head. I hated him so much but I'm just too scared to leave.
I have never told my parents about how Shane really treats me, because when he's around my family he's a completely different person. He actually shows me affection, and real love. When we are by ourselves the only time he shows me 'love' is when he forces me to have sex with him, and sometimes it happens more than once in one night. I don't really understand why I love Shane so much, we have been together for 4 years and we were both 17 when we got together.
Shane hates me so much and I didn't even do anything to him. I don't know why he even proposed to me.
~Flashback~
"Kaylee! What the fuck is this?" Shane yelled while holding the necklace Niall gave me. "U-umm, a neck-necklace." I said nervously. "Who is Niall?" He asked getting closer to me. "Just a-a friend." And then boom. I was on the floor. Who could have known a smack could've been so powerful. "He's not a friend anymore. Right?" He asked. "Yeah..." I said, starting to cry. "Grow the fuck up!" Shane yelled and then took the necklace into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet.I was devastated. That was my only thing left of Niall. Shane always went through my things, and when he would find things he didn't like or approve of he would make sure I knew.
I needed to get away from him as soon as possible, and without him finding out. So today I decided to call my mom and tell her about how he treats me, and if I can move back in to my parents house. I picked up the phone and dialed my moms number...
"Hello?"
"Hi mom..."
I'm sorry these are so short. Ahhh. I promise they will be longer! Xx
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I'll Be Home For Christmas
Fanfiction**WARNING** book contains explicit language, domestic violence, sexual content, etc. DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with these situations. Otherwise enjoy my book about the one and only Niall James Horan. (Note: none of these characters are re...