Underneath My Skin

Ch. 15

I hurry out of the parking garage and walk out onto the busy streets. My head is numb, my heart is numb, my body is numb. I can't keep living like this. I manage to get a taxi and the driver takes me back to my apartment.

Once we arrive, I pay the driver and walk into my building. I walk into the elevator and when the doors close, panic washes over me. I touch my neck with my hands. The neck that Harry has kissed, licked, sucked, and bit.

My heart hammers inside my chest. He touched me, he comforted me, he fucked me. I cringe and bile rises in my throat. But, what's it matter? I'm a worthless prostitute, and soon many more men will fuck me.

The doors to the elevator open and I drag my feet to my apartment door. I unlock it and as soon as I walk inside Thomas and John are sitting on my couch walking t.v. I sigh and set my purse down on the kitchen counter. Thomas cuts the t.v off and walks over to me.

"Where's Tony's money?" He asks harshly.

My heart drops. Fuck. I didn't get any money from Harry.

"I- I didn't get any."

He grabs me by the hair and throws me to the floor. I hit it hard, and sob loudly. My whole body is in the worst pain. He pulls me up so that I'm on my knees.

"Kill me! Kill me, please!" I sob.

He slaps me hard to shut me up, but I only sob louder. I can not live like this. I can not have the shit beat out of me every weekend. I want to die. Thomas smiles a sinister smile at me. He pulls out a knife and runs the blade across my neck. I tip my head back, wanting him to get this over with.

"Please," I sob.

The door swings open and Harry stands in the door way. Just fucking great. I should've locked the door. His eyes widen at the sight of Thomas holding a knife at my throat.

"Get the fuck away from her!" He pulls out his phone and holds it in the air. "Or i'm calling the police!"

I look up at Thomas with pleading eyes. I sob harder.

"No, no, no. Thomas please. Please!"

Its getting harder and harder for me to breath. My body is weak and finished. I'd rather die than sleep with strangers. I'd rather die than to fall for Zayn. I'd rather die than to be chastised and patronized by Harry. I just want it all to end.

"Fuck you, you stupid son if a bitch!" I yell to Thomas.

I know that if I make him mad enough, he will kill me. But instead of slicing my throat open, his palm comes in contact with my cheek and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. Harry runs towards Thomas and tackles him to the ground. He straddles Thomas and throws punch after agonizing punch until John rushes over to them and rips Harry away from Thomas.

Thomas is way bigger than Harry, so i'm completely shocked. I'm also confused as to why Harry is here in the first place. Harry grabs his phone, which he dropped on the floor and Thomas and John rush out.

I stand from the floor slowly and walk to the kitchen sink. I spit out blood rinse my mouth out.

"Pack a bag, you're staying with me." Harry says from behind me.

I turn to face him. "No, i'm not."

His chest rises and falls quick from his anger. His nostrils flare and he clenches his fists.

"Pack a fucking bag! You are staying with me!" He shouts. His voice echoes through out my apartment.

I nod and hurry to my room. I grab a bag from my closet and when I turn back around Jackson is sitting on my bed. I gasp.