Remembering Sunday (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Bella's Point Of View

A week has gone by since the One Direction concert and meeting the members. I have called all of them and hung out with them multiple times throughout the week. The six of us have become really close and I'm very happy about that.

Very happy.

Harry and I especially.

But after I get home or get off the phone when I'm with them, Eric always does something.

Hitting.

Punching.

Abuse abuse abuse.

He raped me again after I got home from hanging out with all the lads. I may seem fine, but I'm not. I'm dying on the inside and I don't know what to do. I can't call the police or break up with him, it will just make everything ten times worse. It's already been worse since the night of the concert. I know the lads know that something is wrong with me, but they don't say anything. Which I'm glad about.

All of them are actually pretty protective of me. They always are giving me lectures and are helping me through the abuse. Except they don't know about the rapes, and I hope they never find out about that. Whenever I tell them or show them, I see anger in their eyes and faces. Sometimes it scares me how I see all that anger.

Harry has punched a hole in the wall when Eric hit me and have me a black eye and bruises on my arms. The others have come close to doing that as well.

The only reason why they see all of my bruises and cuts is because they alway make me take off all of my makeup when I see them. They have so much makeup remover in their flat that it could sink a ship. It makes me happy that they care so much, but I wish that they never knew so they wouldn't be stressed or pained by all of this.

I laid on my couch, rubbing my arms and staring at the ceiling of my flat.

So much stress.

So.

Much.

My phone was laying on the coffee table, and I debated whether or not to call one of the lads. Just as I was going to pick up my phone, my door opened and slammed shut. I looked over my couch and saw Eric walking towards me.

"Hey babe." Eric said sweetly, walking to me and kissing me on my bruised cheek. I didn't bother to put on any makeup since I knew I was going nowhere and that nobody would be coming over. Except for Eric that is.

I knew he would show up.

I think when he sees me with no makeup on, it makes him proud of what he has accomplished. But other times, he only likes to see me with makeup on, and if I don't have any on, he'd hit me.

"Hi."

"How are you?" He asked, sitting next to me.

"I'm okay." I said.

"Have you talked to any of those boy banders?"

"No, I haven't today." I told him.

"Where you planning on to?"

Oh no.

This isn't good.

Lie! You won't get hurt if you do!

But he knows when I lie, and the beating will just be worse!

"Y-Yes." I stuttered. I looked at him, and he was still smiling at me. He raised his hand and stroked my cheek. Then he slapped me. Hard.