LoveDrug | n.h

Chapter 28

Derek took my head up to his face, his breath tickling my face in an obnoxious way and I tried to not make eye contact with him. That would make things worse. Why me?  Was the question that played over and over inside my head. I tried to look for an exit somewhere but that was hopeless.

"What do you want?" I spat at him and he laughed louder than the last times. His mouth was very close near my ear and I wanted to cry but that would only give him satisfaction.

"Come with me bitch." He dragged me down the hallway to the kitchen and I felt the pain in my ribs. I had to have broken some of them because it was hurting like hell. Derek pulled one of the kitchen chairs out in the middle of the floor and sat me down on it while he tied me up with a rope. If I had anything strength left again in my body I would have fought back, but his kicks in my ribs was an awful pain. 

"Doesn't this feel like the good old days?" He asked while smirking and I wanted to puke. I refused to look up at him. That would make him feel like he had power over me and that was something that was unacceptable. I would rather die than looking into those awful eyes that I bet was filled with anger, revenge and lust. Anger because he was obviously mad as hell, revenge because I was the one that got him into prison and lust because he was a psycho freak that raped me once and he wouldn't mind doing it again.

"I want to see it." He demanded and I knew what he was referring to. The scar on my hip. I shook my head and I heard his breathing getting faster. 

"I get what I want whore." He said harshly and walked over to me and lifted my shirt up. He grinned when he saw it and then he bent over to kiss it. His disgusting cold lips touched my hip and my whole body froze. I wanted to die so badly. 

"So have you been without me?" He asked like everything that was happening was normal. I just sat there in silence. He sighed and suddenly I heard a sound to familiar. I looked up and Derek had taken one of the knives laying on the counter out of its holder and started to walk towards me. 

"When I ask you something, you answer. You know the drill baby." He soothed and I knit my eyes together hoping that he wouldn't do it. But of coarse he did anyway. He stuck the knife into the scar, where he once had done it and started to twirl the knife around. I had forgotten the pain. It was unbearable. I screamed at the top of my lungs and the tears came pouring down my cheeks. He took it out and I was able to catch my breath.

"Oh baby, don't cry." He cooed and then started to kiss my tears. I shook my head trying to get him to stop.

"Get the fuck out of my face!" I yelled at him and he got away but before I knew it, I felt his hand meet my face most likely giving me a black eye. I got dizzy and soon passed out.

And the weird thing about it was that I wanted Niall to come and make things better. I don't know where these thoughts were coming from but right now I didn't care.

Oh Niall, where are you?

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(A\N: Vevo is fucking with the views on the Story Of My Life and is making me furious. Family, friends and love means so much more than sitting naked on a Ball and licking metal. Even though Miley can sing.)