Abused By A Pop Star

Chapter 1: Abuse

I've been with my boyfriend for four years, but we've been friends since I was sixteen and since he was fourteen. He's twenty now, but I'm twenty-two. He's now in this popular UK boy band known as The Wanted. I'm happy I get to travel with him.

He's sweet and affectionate when we're out in public or around the rest of the band. But whenever we're alone and behind closed doors, his evil and his abusive side comes out. He hits and yells at me and tells me all the things I have done wrong that day. He scares me a lot, so I stay around other people as much as I can.

I'm in my room packing to leave with the guys tomorrow. Once I'm finished, I sit down on my bed and look down at my arms, seeing scratches and bruises all over them. I never thought that he would ever hurt me. What brought this on in the first place? Why is he doing this to me?

He's never kicked me or beaten me severely to the point that I've needed to go to the hospital. It's getting hard to hide all the bruises and cuts. My mum almost found out one day, but I lied and said that I ran into a door. Her girlfriend knows though, but she's promised not to tell my mum or anyone else. She's like one of my best friends I can say anything to.

My phone buzzes a few times. I see a text from Nathan, "Where are you? Are you home?"

I finally decide to text him back after a while, "I'm at my mom's house. I'm alone. You can come over if you want to..."

He texts back, "I'll be over soon ;)"

Oh great. He's coming over. I pray every night that he stops hitting me, but they're never answered. The pain he inflicts on me is almost numb because he's hit me so many times. Soon I hear that dreaded knock on the door. I slowly but surely make my way downstairs to the front door and open it.

"H-hey, Nath." I hear my shaky voice. I hope he doesn't notice it because it tends to make him angrier.

"Hey, baby." He hugs me tight, knowing it hurts me. I whine in pain, but he doesn't let go of me one bit. "Have you been a good girl?"

"Yes, of course, I have," I whisper, nodding a little.

"Good." He lets go and sets me down on the ground. "Are you ready to leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Like I have a choice. He always forces me to go even when I don't want to.

"Why don't you sound excited?" He takes a few steps closer. He has an angry look on his face. "Aren't you happy to go with me?"

"Y-yes. You know I am." I step back but end up backing up against the wall. "Please don't h-hit me. You know I'm always excited to go with you." He backhands me so hard that I almost immediately feel tears fall down my cheeks. He doesn't feel any remorse for anything that he has ever done to me. He seems proud of himself when he does that, "Don't you dare cry!" I wipe the tears away and slide down against the wall. He kneels down in front of me and takes my hands in his, "I'm sorry. I overreacted."

"What's wrong with you?" I mumble under my breath.

"What did you say?" His tone of voice sounds angry. I cower away from him and close my eyes shut, knowing what's coming next.

"N-nothing. I swear." I feel his balled up fist hit my stomach so hard. I try holding back tears, but they flow down my face as I fall back. He eventually knocks me out.

I don't know what time it is by the time I wake up but, I see my mum and her friend looking down at me. "Sweetie, what happened? Did you fall down the stairs?"

I nod, but Steph knows that's a lie. She helps me up to my room then walks back downstairs. A minute later she comes back with a cold washcloth in her hand. She hands me two white pills and a glass of water. "I can't stand seeing him hurt you anymore, honey. I know it hurts." She wipes the dried blood off my face as I take the painkillers and down them with the water glass.