Rescue Me (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Undeniable Chemistry {1}

Rose's P.O.V

I slowly walk down the stairs, careful not to wake Jack passed out on the couch.

"Shit," I mumble, as the stair creaked under my feet.

I saw Jack slowly stirring in the living room below. I hurried up to my room before he could notice me.

"Rose?" I heard from below, "Is that you?"

I quickly hid in the closet as i heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"ROSE!" he shrieked, "COME OUT NOW!"

He stomped into my room and slammed my closet door open. I whimpered as he dragged me by the arm downstairs and into the kitchen. I watched with fear in my eyes as he grabbed a knife from the drawer.

"Please," I cried, "Please don't hurt me."

He cackled as he slowly brought the tip of the dagger to my neck.

"You hid from me, and now you will be punished."

He drew a thin line with the knife and watched with pleasure as i started to bleed. His phone rang from the living room as he ordered me not to move before walking over to answer it.

"HELLO," he barked, obviously still angry, "WHAT DO YOU WANT."

I could still hear him yelling into the phone as i hurried upstairs to find a bandage.

All of a sudden there is silence. He's off the phone. I silently pray that he won't come looking for me.

"ROSE!!!" he screeches, "GET BACK DOWN HERE NOW BEFORE I CUT YOUR UGLY HEAD OFF!"

How did I get in this situation? When I was a sophomore, I started to date the most amazing guy. He was, kind, caring, fun, loving, playful, and so much more. His name was-is- Jack. When he graduated that year, he asked me to live with him. I was in love. I was stupid. I said yes.

How did i ever fall in love with him? he may be my boyfriend, but i hate him. once I moved in with him, it all went downhill. he started to call me names, abuse me, take pleasure in my pain.

It all began not even a week after i had moved in with him.

*Flashback*

I was unpacking some boxes and he stormed into my room.

"Rose! Where are my books?" he asked angrily.

"What?"

He grabbed the collar of my shirt tightly in my fist.

"I said, WHERE ARE MY BOOKS?" he shouted, red in the face.

"I-I don't know," I stuttered.

He let go of my shirt, only to pull back and slap my hard across the face. I winced and pressed my hand to my face, to relieve some of the burning. He pushed me hard against the wall and stomped out of the room. What had just happened? He had never hit me before. I carefully rose from the floor. Pressing a hand to the back of my head, I could feel it was wet and sticky.

I arrived to school the next day, sporting a huge bruise on the side of my face and a bloody bandage on my head. I told everyone I had tripped and hit my head. I told no one the truth.

I couldn't leave, i couldn't escape it, the pain and suffering. When would it ever stop? I had lost hope a while ago until i met my best friend, Becky. She only knows some of what goes on with me and Jack but she understands and supports me. I don't know what I would do without her. A couple months after I moved in with Jack, I met her at school. We instantly connected. Ever since then, she's been secretly coming over when Jack is asleep. She is honestly amazing/