Dead || h.s

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Sonaclair

The guy who ran me over was massively tall. He towered over me. He bent down to my height level while I was still on the ground. He kind of scary with a beautiful face. Not that I'm saying he's attractive.

"Let me help" He reaches out to me. I reject his touch and try to get up on my own.

"I'm fine. Please go" I whisper to him. Whoever is calling bullshit on my act is right. I just don't want to be caught up in the mess that I know he's in. Why would a cop be standing right behind us if he wasn't trouble?

"Please, just let me-" he tries to touch my hand, and succeeds this time. I scream out in the feeling it gave me, either he shocked me or I'm just imagining things.

"PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME" I shout at him, but it's no use as I back away from him. I can feel it coming.

*Flashback*

"Daddy, please don't touch me" I asked my father. He's getting scarier and drunker by the second. 

"Why my dear Rosie? Don't you want to satisfy your father?" he questioned, leaning in on my face. Their were tears that were bound to spill at any second. I have to stay strong for my sake.

"Not like this daddy" 

He smiles a sickening smile at me. I get nervous and start to shake uncontrolably.

"You know, You remind me so much of your mother. You look just like her" I know where this is going and there's no chance I can stop it.

"Please dad. Please" I beg him. He has made numerous attemps at me before but this is the first time I believe he's going through with it.

"You will not tell your mother about this. You will not tell anyone about this" he says like a command.

"Dad please don't do this to me!" I scream

"Don't be so worried my daughter, we are going to so what your mother and I use to do"

I know what he's referring to. 

"Now lay down and don't try to resist me or else their will be consequenes"

I listen to everything he did, every thing he wanted me to do, I did. I only remember my tears of sadness for the next 3 years

*Flashback End*

I gasp out for air, trying to get some. My snobby classmates all glare at me in shock or digust. I can't believe I just had a panic attack in front of everyone. Their are always parts of you that no one should see. I look forward, seeing the tall guy who crushed me. 

"Are you okay, love?" he said, his voice with a slight British accent. I shivered at the cutesy pet name he had just given me.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just leave me alone" I marched back to my car to get my jacket and drive home.

Styles

I glanced at the pale girl walk back to her car. I don't think I've ever met someone so mysterious. She's beautiful, but she looks so... dead. Her creamy, pale skin is clear and she's so small. I haven't seen someone like her.

"Okay, okay, Styles get in the car", the officer said. Ugh, back to custody I assume.

I follow the orders because what's the use of resisting. I sit down on the worn leather seats of the car. Boring as this is, I still want to watch her. What's her name? What's her story? Why is she so fragile looking or why is she so pale? I could see her screaming at the other students, only to stifle a laugh like she wasn't mad or angry at all. I like her, I like her a lot more than the others.