Secrets In The Dark

Awake

Your head throbs with a headache, the pain radiating through your neck. You slowly open your eyes to the light that shoots across your room. The darkness is gone. You're now alone. You rise carefully, groaning as pain ignites deep within you. It feels as if you've just ran a marathon.

You fling your legs over the side of the bed and stand up. You stare down at your bare legs, they're darkened with multiple bruises and scratch marks. As soon as you see the bruises, you remember everything that happened the night before. The strong arm wrapping around you, the way you were violently thrown onto your bed and the endless pain that you endured after that. It all seems like a blur now, but you remember.

Your first thought is contacting the police. However, if you contact the police, someone will find out and it will be all over the news. You don't want anyone to know. You never want anyone to find out. That would be too embarrassing. Instead, you'll just pretend that it never happened. You'll try to forget.

You carefully walk into the bathroom and start a hot shower. As soon as you step in, the stress and anxiety washes away from you. You know that it will be back later though. It always finds a way back. Once out of the shower, you slip on some long sweatpants and a long t-shirt to cover any bruises. You feel perfectly uncomfortable, especially in such heavy clothing in the middle of summer.

Someone will catch on. Someone will get it.

You search drastically for your phone. Despite the fight that you had with Niall the night before, he's all that you want. You want to hear his voice. You want him to tell you that it will be okay, even if it won't. As much as you want him to tell you that, as much as you want to tell him about what happened, you can't. You can't tell the truth.

You find your phone underneath your bed and immediately find his name in your contacts. You click on his name and wait for him to answer the phone. It only takes a few short rings before he does.

"Kelly?" He asks, yawning.

"Niall!" You shout, happy to hear his voice.

"Yeah, I thought you were really mad at me..." He whispers in his morning voice.

"Niall, I'm just so happy to hear your voice..." You whisper, tears immediately forming in your eyes.

You feel dirty. You feel cheap. You just want to go back to that night when Niall made you feel wanted. The night that he touched your body and you wanted him to. The night that you ultimately decided to love him, even if he chose not to love you in return. As much as you loved to hate him, you hated to love him.

"Kelly, what's going on?" He asks.

"I'm so sorry that I was so cruel to you..." You whisper, shaking your head as tears pour down your cheeks.

"Mean to me?" He asks, with a short laugh, "Kelly, I was an absolute dick to you yesterday. I should be apologizing, not you..." He whispers.

"No, I was mean to you and I shouldn't have left..." You cry, burying your head in your hands.

"Hey, what's really going on? Are you okay?" He asks, his voice growing more concerned.

"I'm fine. I just, I miss you as much as I hate to admit it..." You whisper, attempting to add in a fake laugh at the end of the sentence.

"Kelly, I'm going to send a car to pick you up okay?" He says as he shuffles around with something in the background.

"Niall, you don't have to..." You cry silently, shaking your head.

"But I am..." He whispers.

You take a deep breath in and close your eyes. You don't want Niall to feel as if he has to take care of you. As if he has to deal with your problems, because he doesn't. He has enough on his plate already. Fixing a broken mess isn't on his to-do list.

"Fine..." You whisper with a short nod.

"Alright. I'll see you soon..." He whispers back.

"Okay..." You whisper.

"Oh and Kelly?" He asks on the other end.

"Yeah?" You say, running a hand through your matted hair.

"I love you too..." He whispers through a smile.

His sudden announcement shocks you. You didn't actually expect to have Niall tell you that he loves you. He pretended to not even remotely like you at your meeting with Susan only the day before. The whole thing is just utterly confusing. You smile to yourself and hang up the phone.

As you clean your place and attempt to flood your mind with positive thinking and memories, the darkness of the night before slowly slips away. Yet, not entirely. After about thirty minutes of preparing to see Niall again, a black SUV pulls up to the front of your place. You throw your purse onto your shoulder and head out towards the car.

Niall isn't in the car but the driver quickly explains that Niall is waiting to have breakfast with you back at the hotel. Driving back to the hotel, you think of when you first met Niall. You were so embarrassed to have to accept the job of pretending to be Niall's girlfriend. You hated the thought of being a hired partner. The idea sounded cheap and belittling.

However, you've never felt as comfortable around someone as you feel with Niall. Originally of course, that wasn't the case. You thought that Niall hated you. That he dreaded being around you. He was quiet and distant, he rarely ever spoke. Now you can't get him to shut up around you. You remembed the way that he teased and taunted you the first time that you two played FIFA with one another.

Those are the memories that you keep in your thoughts to keep out the darkness. You can't allow to have the memories of the night come back to you because if they do, you'll open up. There's no way that you could keep a secret so big if it was always at the front of your mind. A secret that you hate. A secret that would eventually eat you alive.

"We're here Miss Mason..." The driver announces as he pulls up in front of the hotel.

Through a flurry of shouting voices of paparazzi and fans, one familiar voice sticks out. It's the voice of a man. He shouts along with the other voices but he's standing apart from them. You can hear his voice more than anyone else's. It's distracting.

Your door swings open and a hand is flown in front of you. Whoever it is, they're willing to help you out of the car. You cautiously take the hand and lift yourself out of the car. Once out of the car, you can see the face that matches the voice. He looks familiar and his voice sounds familiar, you've definitely seen him around before.

"Hello..." You whisper, staring up at him.

"Hello..." He whispers back.

"You look oddly familiar..." You whisper, shaking your head.

"Oh, of course! I'm Sam..." He smiles, shaking your hand.

"Sam?" You ask, knowing everything about him seems so familiar.

"I was was dating Taylor. Liam's friend..." He nods.

"Oh, yes! I remember now..." You laugh, nodding your head.

"Kelly! Kelly! Over here!" The photographers scream.

You turn your head to look at them, shielding your face from any flashes. You keep your hand in Sam's as you walk towards the front entrance of the hotel. You remember Sam now. He seemed nice enough. Liam didn't like him though. Although, probably only because you're pretty sure that Liam is in love with Taylor himself.

"Hey Kelly, are you really a slut!?" A photographer screams behind you.

"Hey man! Shut up..." Sam says behind you.

Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up.

As those words escape Sam's mouth, it all clicks. Those words were the last words that you heard before you passed out. And they were said exactly the way that he just said them. If everything about Sam seemed extremely familiar, it's because everything about Sam was extremely familiar. He was the one. He was the one that raped you.

Note: This story parallels with "Holding Out For A Hero" so please make sure to read that story as well! Especially for an understanding of everything! Thanks. xx

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