Broken Trust

Chapter sixteen

Chapter 16:

Jessica's pov:

I find an empty alley and figue it's the best I'll have for tonight. So here I am, sitting in a dark alley. With no one. 

"Hi miss," a voice says.

I turn around and face the nastiest man on Earth.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Well, I didn't enjoy you leaving on me and my friends that night at the club. And so now, you're gonna have to pay," he says pushing me up against the brick wall. 

"Please let me go of me!"

"No. You're gonna pay!"

I kick him in his chest and falls back. I quickly run out of the alley, but fall when someone grabs ahold of my ankle. I turn aorund and see the man on the groumd holding my ankle.

"Let go!" I yell while kicking his face with my free foot. He lets go and I run behind a building and hide.

*not again. Please don't let this happen again*

Then everything goes blurry for a second... I don't comprehend what's happening. I was punched in the face and thrown into the ground. I feel my stomach being cut open and I feel my legs shaking and being spread open. This is man is on top of me, trying to get inside. It's all happening again, but worse. I'm being cut open all over my body with a knife he has in his hands. I'm slowly blacking out.. My eyes are getting heavy.. And then there's nothing, I see black. And my body is slowly shutting down, I don't feel anything. This man is slashing open my skin, and I don't feel it. My head is suddenly feeling light... 

Harry's pov:

I've gone through every street I've seen.. Gone down every road.. I don't see her in sight.. I quickly pull the van around and speed to the hotel.

"NIALL!" I yell, and within seconds he's standing infront of me.

"Did you find her?" he asks.

"No mate, come and help me please," I plead.

"Of course, come on lets go!"

We get in the van and go down every road and street. Nothing. We go down every alleyway. We see nothing. We go to every park. Nothing. She's gone... again. I just got my best friend back from the hospital, and now she's gone again..

Niall's pov:

She's gone. We can't find her. She's no where to be seen. We've looked everywhere possible. And she's not anywhere.

She's gone.

I just felt so put together getting her back. Like my world could be full of fun instead of camera's and interviews. I felt like I could have someone to talk to. Someone that wouldn't judge me. Someone who would always be there for me, but that's what she needed. She needed to be loved. She needed to be safe, away from hurt and pain. She never got that though. She never put on a real smile. She never had a real laugh. She faked everything. So good that no one even knew that anything was wrong in her life. No one saw what was behind those big brown eyes, no one saw what secrets she kept in her mouth past that fake smile. No one heard the pain in her voice because of how well she covered it up with a pretty shining face, that was shining a fake light. She had lost all trust, and told two people all her secrets, but I feel like,  she still has secrets she woud never tell anyone, not even me.. And that's what hurts. But what hurts the most is that fact that, she trusted us, she trusted the boys and me, to love her and make her feel safe, when all we did was crash down all her walls and cause her to leave. And that's what hurts the most, we're the reason she's gone.

Liam's pov:

It's 3:30 in the morning. Harry and Niall are still out looking for Jessica. Zayn's in his room, you can hear stuff being thrown against the wall and busting. You can hear the horrid words he's saying to himself through the walls. You can hear the music coming from Louis' room, you can hear his sobs and screams of pain for her to come back. You can hear them yelling "I'm sorry" in sync. Here I am, leaning over the railing of the balcony. Trying to cool myself down. But I'm doing the same thing as Louis and Zayn. I'm crying. I'm throwing things all over the balcony. I'm screaming for forgiveness. I'm blarring music through the cold air. 

I need to go for a walk. I need to stop screaming and throwing things. I need to walk. I put on my shoes and a jacket and walk out the door. The lobby of the hotel is empty, which is quite strange, but I love it. I walk down the road. There's alot of poeple out and I don't want any chances of Harry and Niall finding me, so I go behind the buildings, and start walking through the grass behind every building on this street.

But then I hear a muffled "help" and see a figure in the grass, behind a few buildings down the street.

Harry's pov:

It's almost 4 in the morning and me and Niall are driving back to the hotel. I feel bad for Niall, he's in the passenger seat literally falling apart right infront of me. You can see every part of hope and love that he has, just break and fall out of him. The hurt and pain of heartbreak escape with every tear that runs down his cheeks. I park the van in the parking lot of the hotel. I look over at Niall who is trying his best to calm down his sobs and not scream out in pain. I pat his leg and he looks up at me. His eyes are so red and puffy, I've never seen him this way.

"Niall, I don't know what to do. You're usually the one to hold everyone up. You usually lighten up the mood when people are upset. I don't know what's gonna happen with Jessica, or if anything has already happened to Jessica. But we will all end up in a better place someday. You know that. Everything is gonna make sense some day."

He nods his head.

"Come on, lets go inside and get some rest. We can look some more tomorrow."

Jessica's pov:

I become conscious, able to see and feel things again. I sit up and pain explodes through my stomach. I put my feel my stomach and see blood covering my hand.  I'm sore everywhere, and it's freezing. That's when I realize something, I'm completely naked. Then visions of before I fell unconscious flood into my head.

The man from the club found me in the alley. I ran away and he found me here. He pulled a knife out of his pocket after punching be and throwing me to the ground. He cut open my stomach multiple times, kicked me, slapped me, and let himself inside of me. I was raped. Again. My was hit and thrown down so many times, that I eventually became unconscious...

I need help. I need to get help.

I slowly try standing up, only to fall back down. My legs are bruised and probably broken. They can't support my weight. So I crawl. I crawl and try to yell for help, but my voice is gone. I've lost my voice. Great. I crawl a little more, then I see a figure walking.

"Help," I try to say, it's a bit muffled but the person hears it and rushes over to me. The light from the streets is shining down and I can barely see the person's face, until they get closer and say, "Are you okay!?" They sound so worried. Then he's closer to me, and that's when I see it.

Liam.