Breathless {Austin Mahone}

Chp. 3

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"Get out", he demanded, swinging his door open.

I did as told, walking slowly to the front of the car. He grabbed my wrist tightly pulling me towards a house. It was small, like a cottage.

"Nobody should be home", he said unlocking the door keeping his grip on my wrist.

He opened the door, and shut it behind us. "If I let you go you better not think about running off", he said sternly making me flinch. I looked him in the eyes and nodded. He let go walking off into the house. I followed behind him examining the place.

It was very comforting, and relaxing. The creme walls, and the huge black couch made the place very laid back you can say. I liked it for some reason it brought a lot of comfort to me.

Wait what am I thinking? I'm in the house of some dude I don't even know.

Maybe I should make an escape, but where would I go?

"Come here", I heard him shout. I walked a bit faster to where his voice traveled from. I looked in the room and saw him shirtless.

Muscular back oh my..

"Lay down", he said pointing the bed keeping his back to me. I did as told and he went to shut the door.

What is he doing?

Oh my god.

I saw the needle in his hand and my body leaped off the bed. "Wha, What is that?", I questioned panting. "Oh it's um nothing", he hummed quickly jabbing the needle into my arm. I yelped as he gripped tightly onto my shoulder putting pressure on my arm.

"Austin", I whispered. My vision got blurry by the second. Austin began lifting me from my thighs and everything flatlined.

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"Brad do it", My mom demanded. My arms were secured behind my back by Harry, my brother. I closed my eyes tightly whispering 'no', and a few swear words.

I waited for him to beat the living out of me, but for some reason he stayed quiet. I opened my eyes and he swung the leather whip across my face, again, and again, and again.

"You disgust me", he mocked dropping the whip. I saw what my mom past him and I started to cry, this object was my worst nightmare.

The switch.

I screamed as he hit me right in the stomach. Then he went for my arms, slicing them from all the strength he used.

Harry dropped me to the ground. He stood there looking at my helpless body, motionless.

"Get up", he shouted, I flinched as the sweat dripped down my neck. "Get. Up!", he screamed kicking me in the stomach. "Get! Up!", he shouted even louder stomping on my leg.

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My eyes shot open as I took a deep breath. I tried catching my breath so I turned to my side. The room was lit by the sun peeking through the curtains, but no Austin..

I got out of bed feeling a draft cling onto my skin.

Skin?

I looked down seeing me just in an over sized white tee. I shrugged my shoulders slowly walking out the room.

I saw a girl probably 18 or 19 years old sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to her phone. I figured she felt eyes on her because she slowly lifted her head, "Hi", she smiled. "You were his business last night huh?", she chuckled.