Don't Forget To Smile (O'J Fan Fiction)

Chapter. 21

Heeeeey guys! Last Tuesday night was unbelievable. I actually have no words for how amazing it was. It out lived the expectations I had and they where pretty God damn high! I was so close and Jessie looked at me and I may have screamed. If I said that I didn't cry I would be lying. I took about 350 photos and that is not an exaggeration. Now I have post-concert depression. Anyway, for this chapter I will be issuing a viewer discretion warning. Here's the chapter, enjoy :)

*Jessie*

I sighed as I let go of the only bag I had and Jackson ran to my feet. He must have missed me. I had mum come around everyday to feed him, walk him and check he was okay. I missed him too. I walked around the house glad to be home. One thing was missing though - Danny. As I made my way to the bedroom, the fact that he wasnt back yet sunk in. It had been 6 weeks that he'd been away and it was being extended by another 4 as the band were on high demand in America. Don't get me wrong, I was happy for him, he was finally doing one of the hardest things I have been trying to do for years, conquer America, but I missed him dearly. And while I was on tour I only missed him more as hotel WiFi sucked, disabling our Skype and Facetime sessions. The few phone calls we shared had been short and the time zones only created trouble for texting.

I slipped into something more comfort, sweats and a tee and collapsed onto the bed. I just had time to send Danny a quick message informing him I had made it home before jet lag swept in and sleep took me.

I woke a few hours later to the rumbling coming from my stomach. I was starving. I made my way to the kitchen to discover there was nothing there. Did I except to come home after a month to a kitchen full of food? I pulled on my trainers and a hoody and jogged to the shop, the fresh air really making me feel good. I decided to delay shopping and jogged around the nature walk, being reminded of the day Danny and I spent here. It began to grow dark, so I headed back into town, passing my old house on the way. The lights were on - it must have been sold. I seen the blinds moving and smiled. I knew it would have gave someone a nice little home. I walked on to the shop and got everything I needed.

As I approached home I thought I heard someone shout my name, so I increased my pace to try and avoid the paps as that was who it probably was. When I was almost home a hand went to my mouth and an arm across my waist. I dropped the bags and my hands flew to grip the ones in my body. I was pushed backwards and forced to the ground behind a bush.

"Your little house really does make a nice home Jessica," a manly voice jeered. Tears began to stream from my face as I realised who it was. As I tried to find my feet he punched me in the stomach, throwing me to the floor.

"The last time was a little hasty Jessica, don't you think?" He asked pinning my wrists with one hand. His grip insanely tight.

"Your hurting me!" I shouted as I thrashed around, trying to stop this happening again.

"Stop moving Jessica," he commanded. I didn't stop wriggling under him and paid the the price with another punch in the stomach and one to my jaw.

"We are going to be quiet thus time Jessica, not like in the club," he patronized.

"Danny!" I shrieked, out of habit.

"Danny boy isn't here, how does that feel? That your pretty little lover isn't here to be the hero this time?" He stated smuggly. I screamed for help, incase any passerby could hear.

"Shut up Jessica!" He said, punching my face again twice. I felt the blood coming from my nose and lip. "You'll enjoy it. Your a slut. Of course you will."

I couldn't move. Again. It was like a de ja vu. It was worse this time. I knew how bad I looked. I could feel the aches in my jaw, my mouth, my nose. That was just my face. My ribs ached with every breath I took, my stomach tender even under the band of my trousers. My legs ached. I couldn't move my hands, the pain in my wrists wouldnt allow it. I continued sobbing, I sobbed so much I fell asleep.

"Love? Are you okay dear?" A man's voice asked, sounding sweet.

"Can you hear me dear?" He asked, shaking my shoulder, earning a wince from me. He slowly eased the hood off my head.

"Jessie?" He gasped in shock. As I forced my eyes open Tom came into view. "Jessie, are you okay?" He asked worryingly, coming down to my level. This sent me into hysterics, as I bawled into his arm.

"He... He d-did it... Again," I choked out between loud sobs.

"Just let it all out," he instructed, holding me into his chest.

"How long have you been here for?" He asked.

"I don't know," I sniffed.

"Come on, I'll take you to my place," Tom said, carefully lifting me into his arms, protecting me like a baby. He carried me down the road and laid me down in the backseat of his car. Once in the front he headed to his house, always peering in the mirror, checking on me. I could see the anger, the pain, the worry and the sorrow in his eyes. At his house he lifted me out of the car and carried me in, laying me down on the couch. After dashing off to get me a blanket and a few pillows he returned with a bowl of water, towels and all the necessary first aid equipment. He took care cleaning my facial wounds before carefully bandaging my wrists. He supplied me with pain releif before informing me he was going to get me something to eat. I didn't eat though. I just lay there with silent tears running down my face.

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"Jessie? Don't you think it's time to tell someone your here. It's been 5 days and I think your family, friends and Danny would be worried by now," Tom said soothingly.

"I'm going to go home," I sighed.

"You don't have to do that, just tell someone your here," he assured.

"It's okay, I want to go home," I said.

"Okay, well I'll take you home and stay with you until someone comes around," Tom replied.

When I got home I sighed. Tom handed me my phone. I had numerous missed calls, from my Mum, Dad, Hannah, Rachel, Claire and Holly. All dating back 8 days. The ones that hurt the most was the 27 from Danny. I began to cry again, before telling Tom to ring Holly.

She arrived 10 minutes later, looking confused and worried. She took in my broken appearance and looked at Tom questioningly, she knew what had happened. He nodded before excusing himself. As Holly approached me and rubbed my shoulder I crumbled under her touch and began sobbing into her shoulder. She spent the next hours soothing me on the couch.

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for such a depressing chapter after so long a wait. Sorry about the wait. More and more good idea's pile themselves on top of the list I have but then I realised I still haven't written this part and all motivation goes. Hopefully I'm on the ball now that it's rolling. Editing and writing took place on my phone. Sorry for any errors and thanks for waking an reading! :) x