Linger (h.s)

Not Again..

(Incoming Text Message From Jake)

So youse are a thing now?!?!"

I gulped down the lump in my throat as I stared down at the message before me. Even though jake didn't physically hurt me anymore, he still scared the absolute crap out of me. I mean, why shouldn't I be scared of him? He used to beat me, just for the fun of it. It was like he wanted to hurt me, but he didn't want to leave his mark for too long. He would hurt me wait till my bruises past, then do it again.

I had stayed late at school to catch up on a few of my unfinished assignments. I pulled my phone screen into vision, pressing the home button to check the time '6:24'. Harry was going to be here in around about 20 minutes, so I still had a little while until he came. I walked outside, taking a seat against one of the seats in front of the carpark. As I looked around all of the streets lights were now on, the only glow lighting the school's area. I was the only person left in the school at the moment, well besides the teachers who were inside. 

I heard a faint voice speak from behind the wall I had been seating on, before a person popped up from besides the wall into view. Jake. 

"So Mr. Styles has let his little puppy off her leash now has he." He smirked, taking the empty seat next to me, I tightened the grip on my phone as it still rested in my palm. 

"Oh come on Kelsey, I don't bite. Hard." He added with a wink.

"Fuck off!" I spat, moving slightly away from him. I yelped slightly as his hand grabbed at my wrist, pulling me towards Jake. My wrist began to hurt as Jake's grip tightened. 

"You're hurting me." I yelped fighting against him as tears began to prick at my eyes with the enforced pain being applied to my wrists. 

"Let me go!" I yelled, trying to pull from his grip. 

"No!" he yelled, releasing one of his hands to let go of my wrist and collide with my stomach.

"See, look what you made me do!" He screamed releasing my hands and standing in front of me. 

"Dumb bitch!" He spat. I grasped my stomach softly as I gasped for air, I had been winded. My stomach pounded in pain, my wrists too. 

"No, look at me." He ushered fixing his fingers underneath my chin and pushing my face up to face his. My hands were still grasped on my stomach as I watched Jake. He offered me a hand, I shook my head in disapproval watching as Jake's facial expression turned dark. 

"Take it." He pushed, shaking his hand slightly gesturing me to hold it. I looked up at Jake with teary eyes from the pain now pulsing through my stomach, I took his hand. Jake stood for a minute just holding my hand, and I should've known what he was doing.

Jake grasped my hand tightly, ripping me forward only to land in a heap on the floor. I let out a loud scream as my shirt lifted up scrapping my hip across the floor. I landed directly on my side as I hit the ground, the dirt whipping into the fresh exposed skin. I listened to Jake laugh as he watched me gently begin to cry. All of I could think of whilst he was laughing at me was 'Where is Harry?' I rolled over onto my back, lifting my shirt slightly off my exposed skin before sitting up trying to regain my focus as my eye sight began to go funny. I fell back down to the floor again.

I grasped my stomach tightly as I rolled in agony, the cuts on my side stinging as the wind whipped against them. Jake stood above me laughing as I lay crying and in pain on the floor. 

"Don't mention this to your little fuck buddy okay?!?!" Jake yelled to me, his height towering over me as I lay still grasping my stomach softly. Harry and I weren't fuck buddies.