It's Not Love (Book 2)

13 - "Please don't, Jack! I'm sorry, OK?!"

I'm going home and hopefully everything will go back to normal.

Welcome back to INL! Darcy's going home! Yay! Hopefully everything goes well. Anygay I hope you enjoy reading this chapter! GET READING!

Darcy's p.o.v

"Thanks for letting me stay the night," I told Perrie as she locks the door behind us.

"It was no problem, I'll text you some time and maybe we can hang out or something," she said as she began to walk down the hall. I adjusted Delilah in my arms to make her more comfortable.

"That would be lovely," I said. She smiled. We got into the elevator and she pressed the 'L' button. The door dinged and we walked out.

"Have fun at work!" David told her.

"I will, have a good day!" She said back. We walked out of the building and I walked with her to the café she works at. "I guess this is goodbye," she sighed.

"No it's a see ya later," I said. I kissed her cheek. "Thank you, for everything,"

"No problem, I'll see ya later," she said.

"See ya later," I smiled. I walked down the streets into the direction of my parents house.

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I walked up the steps and got the spare key from under the mat. I unlocked the door and placed the key back. I walked inside. "Hello?! Mum?! Dad?!" I called. I heard rushed foot steps.

"Darcy Anne Tomlinson-Styles! Where on earth have you been?!" Mum scolded me.

"I just, I needed sometime to think and - and process everything," I sighed. "I'm sorry," I looked down. "Where's Jack?"

"He had a little melt down," he but his lip. "He stopped going to work and he's basically been to every club or pub in town,"

"I need to see him," I said. "Can you watch her?"

"Of course sweetie," dad said. I handed Delilah to mum and hugged them both tightly.

"I'll be back soon," I told them. I kissed Delilah's forehead and handed dad her bag. I left the house and walked to one of Jack's favorite pubs.

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I opened the door and the smell of cigarettes and beer filled my nose. I looked around frantically and saw Jack sitting in a chair drinking a beer. I ran over.

"Jack!" I yelled. He looked at and his face changed to one of anger.

"You left me!" He slurred angrily. "And you just took Delilah with you! What about how I feel?!"

"I'm sorry! I needed time to think!" I yelled. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the pub. I whimper as his grip tightens. He pulls me down the streets, stumbling, to our house. He opens the door and pushes me in. He locks the door lazily and walks over as I back up, shaking.

"You left me, why?!"

"Please don't, Jack! I'm sorry, OK?!"

"Sorry isn't good enough," he said. He pushes me and I stumble back. He punches me in the face causing my nose to bleed. He pushes me onto the floor and kicks me. I cry out in pain as he hits my sensitive rib cage. I just lay there and take it, because I obviously deserve it. He grabs me by the throat and pulls me upstairs. I cry out in pain as my knees bang on the stair case. He throws me on the bed in our room and locks the door behind him.

"This is what you get for leaving me!"

RAPE warning

"No please!" I cry. He comes over to the bed and pulls my pants down to my ankles. I sob as he undresses himself. He shoves him length into me and I scream in pain.