Unpredictable

chapter 54

Songs for this Chapter:

Wicked Games - The Weeknd

Chasing Pavements - Adele

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Alex's P.O.V

Daniel drags me backwards with his hand over my mouth and the gun in the bottom of my spine, I know he's pulling me this direction, so that Niall can watch me disappear. I'm unable to wipe the tears from my face. He'll probably think I'm pulling some trick on him, then he'll pull the trigger that has my flesh crawling and shaking.

I'm thrown in the back of a regular old car, an Altima, I pictured a big white van that had sliding doors. He just shoved me into the backseat and handcuffed my ankles. I thought about calling Niall, but I don't have a phone.  I never got the chance to go buy another one. My head hits the seat, it's soft, but it still hurt from me being stampeded over by some idiot. I don't flinch or else he'll use my head pain against me.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, Alexandra." He smirks at me in the mirror, knowing that I hate being called that. I corrected him at work, which is now my old job. I didn't friend zone him, telling him I have a boyfriend isn't "friend zoning" him. I've never been in his situation because Niall is my first boyfriend and he definitely didn't friend zone me. I think about that time when I told him I loved him and he wasn't ready to say it back until a day later, I guess he slept on the thought.

His room is clean, the bed is made up, and the floors are neatly swept. Daniel undoes the cuffs that were squeezing my ankles, leaving red circles. I hate the fact that the sun isn't even down yet. It gives him more time to do whatever shit he wants to. This fucking pervert, I'd kick his balls and run if he didn't have a gun.

"Stop touching me!" I flail my arms and legs around whenever he cups my breast, so I move his hand harshly. The gun is pointed at me and he tells me to move one more time and see what'll happen, then he puts the gun down on the nightstand beside the bed.

Tears prick at my ears as his hands rub over my chest and eventually all of my clothes are off. He handcuffs my hands to the headboard and my ankles to the bottom headboard. I can't move if I tried. He puts a condom on and I can't help, but to cry. I can't believe out of all people, he's doing this to me. I try to picture it being Niall, but I just can't. He rams into me too hard, making me cry loudly, signaling that he's hurting me. He wouldn't care anyway if he did know.

His tongue pries my mouth when I cry, catching me off guard and I bite down on his tongue with my teeth. My cheek turns to the side whenever he slaps my face. He's hitting me like my father would, except he wouldn't rape me. Whenever he forces me to go down on him, I spit his sticky fluid out onto the floor. I don't let it even sit on my tongue, but I guess that frustrated him, so he just continues to hit me everywhere while I'm tied up.

I can't fall asleep at all, but whenever he finds out I'm awake, his hand fists a good amount of my hair and pushes me off of the bed, naked. My head hits the wood floors first followed by my body. I see blood on my fingers whenever I pat my scalp. I sit up and back away quickly from the blood that won't stop coming out of my from me due to his excruciating thrusts.

He throws me into the bathroom after I puke on his floor six times.

"Stupid bitch." He threw the towel at me and it lands on my hair. It's the same fucking towel he just used to clean the floor. I'm disgusted and I can't do anything. I'm handcuffed again. He comes over picking me up and slamming me against the wall, laughing in my face while I cry with my head down. I just want my boyfriend, but I'm doing this for the both of us, so I have to deal with it.