Abused (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

I'm hesitant to open the door. Aaron has never been one to get drunk, and when he does its bad. Really, really, bad.

*Flashback*

Me and Aaron decided to go to a party. Well, Aaron decided for the both of us. He said it would be a good time, so I just gave into my loving boyfriend. After all, what could go bad? Its just a couple drinks.

After we got to the party, I felt out if place. Aaron had left me and said he would be right back. Yeah, he wasn't right back. I ended up in the kitchen looking for a drink that wouldn't fuck me up. I wasn't in the mood.

Two hours later Aaron shows up with a drink in one had and slide his open one behind my back. He starts to lead me up the stairs.

"Aaron, let's go. You are completely out of it." I said a bit annoyed.

"No. We will go when I want to." he spat back at me, gripping my arm incredibly tight.

"Ow!! Aaron s-stop! You're h-hurting me!  I yelled, Hopi g someone word here.

"You listen to me, bitch!" he yelled. "We will go when I feel like it! Now get down stairs and get me a drink." he said with venom in his words. A smirk played upon his lips showing his triumph.

"Ok, I'm sorry." I whimpered in fear. But that's not what I was gonna do. When I got downstairs, I sprinted out of the door. (Thank you for doing Track.) I thought to myself.