Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Eight

Part Eight

"Stop!" I yell, Jake's hand pressing and wrapping around my neck, holding me against the wall.

"Why would you even call me that? How dare you say that?!" He yells after I had called him a bastard as he attempted to palm my chest.

"Why are yo-" I choke as he squeezes my neck tighter, leaving a very short airway for me to breath, making me grab his hand.

"I said why!"

He lets me go and I fall to the ground, just outside the brick building of the restaurant we were in.

"Why were you making a move on me?" I choke out, his intimidating stare on my body.

His scary frame crouches down to where I am lying and he runs a hand along my side.

"I wanted to see what Styles is missing out on," he purrs in my ear. He moves his hand to my chest and grabs one of my breasts, causing a muffled scream to escape my mouth, due to his hand coming in contact with it. My heart aches, taking too much for today. My wish for this moment was to just be home right now, with a book.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asks, my teeth biting his thumb to get it away from my face. He growls and slaps me across the cheek. I gasp at his violent actions and he smirks. I attempt to stand, but he shoves me back to the ground, letting my forehead come in contact with the pavement.

"Are you going to behave?" he asks again, my mouth remaining shut and his angry eyes search my body. I close my eyes in hopes of containing my tears.

"Fine, Harry can have you anyways, bitch," he yells, slapping me again, causing my teeth to come in contact with my lip and it to split open. Jake walks away and I stay, lying frozen on the ground. My cold body barely registers to what is even going on, my mind spinning violently and my stomach empty as I attempt to move. I slightly sit up, letting my back rest against the wall. My arm has a few scratches on it and my leg does too, but I can taste the blood on my lip.

I reach into my top and pull out my phone, my eyes searching through my contacts for the only person I want to see and talk to right now. Someone I know I owe an apology to.

Harry.

I dial his number, hearing it ring for a few seconds. I hope he answers, my tears falling now as I fear he hates me. I don't hate him; I just want his arms to comfort me, assure me everything is okay.

"Hello?" a raspy voice says. My voice is caught in my throat and a whimper escapes my lips.

"Hello? Who is this?" I start to cry, listening to his voice makes me regret everything.

"I'm so sorry Harry," I whisper, my voice cracking almost every other word. I want to see him, not because I am desperate, but because I was stupid and I made the wrong decision in leaving him.

"Beth, what's wrong? Are you safe?" his voice worried and rushed. The amount of care in his words is enough to place a smile on my bleeding lips.

"I-I was wondering if you could pick me up. Jake... he left me here at Versailles Restaurant and hurt me."

I hear him breath 'son of a bitch' and the jingle of his keys, letting me know he is coming.

"I will be there in five minutes. What did he do to you?" He angrily says through the phone, my thoughts knowing his anger is directed towards Jake. I don't have the courage to even tell him, the memories of his hands grabbing my chest as he came in for a kiss.