Change My Mind *1D Fanfic*

Chapter 37

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-Anna

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I run down a couple of more hallways. This is bad, like really bad. Why is he even here anyways? Oh by the way I am not talking about that guy who almost rapped me. Im talking about Spencer. Spencer, and myself dated but I regret ever getting with him. He is abusive, sex addict, and just a horrible person all together.

*FLASHBACK*

I get out of the shower. I dry myself off, and then wrap myself in the towel. I look at my reflection in the mirror, and frown. This isn't me. I look at the foreign figure in front of me. Bruises cover every inch of my face, my lifeless eyes are prominent. My tanned skin is no longer visible, but just shows a ghostly figure of unhappiness, and a broken soul.

That's what I am. Broken.

It's all his fault. All of Spencer. He has been beating me like a punching bag. Just using me to resolve his anger. I go every single day in the bedroom-locked up like an animal- just lost in his darkness that has fallen upon me. I try every single chance I have to escape but it has weakened me every time. Just the lack of every day nessiatices is making me frail, and just weak in general. He made me this way.

I put on my only pair of clothes I have: a grey shirt, and ripped skinny jeans. The clothes I wore once we went on that date. He took me to his house after, and this is the outcome. Myself in a living hell.

I stumble to sit on the chair, and just wait for a miracle. I have still some hope in me for someone to come, and rescue me from this prison. I jump slightly from the door beyond my 'cell' slamming shut. I shutter, and start to panic. Panic like I have been doing for the past two days. It doesn't seem like a long time, but trust me. It has been hell wrapped up in a bow. Pleasant at the look, but once you dig deeper you find the hell.

Spencer just came home.

"Emmalee!" his voice booms with a hint of slurring. Oh no. He's drunk. That is the worst thing about him. He gets drunk, and when he is drunk he is angry. Very angry.

I pull my knees up to my chest, and rock back and forth while tears start to cascade down my face. I hear distant boots stomping against the wooden stairs, and I whimper. I hate feeling this way.

I hear the door unlock, and it swings open to show Spencer standing in front of the door. He walks over to me while tripping over his own two feet. I bury my head in between my arms. I then feel his hot breath that smelt like whiskey fan over my body. He then grabs a fistful of my hair, then jerks my head up to look at his' drunken face. He gives me a smirk, and more, and more tears fall down. "Stop crying you bitch," he scolds, and I whimper once he yanks at my hair more. My scalp is just burning with pain right now. He then crashed his disgusting lips onto mine, and I gag at the taste. He deepens the kiss, but I don't react at all. He pulls away quickly, and slaps me on the cheek. "Kiss back, or I will punish you roughly. You know how that is like," he smirks, and my eyes grow wide. No no no not this again. I can not handle his punishment again. It lead to sex, beating, and being chained up on the bed while he does every single thing in the book to me.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

I shake my head ending the flashback. I don't want to remember what happened, it hurt to much even to actually think about it. "Emmalee?" I hear him yell/question where I am. I slide down the wall to collapse on the ground just bawling my eyes out. Why is he even back? He went to jail didn't he? I believe he did for abuse, and rape.

Surely he didn't get out. But he was just right there. I am just confusing myself even more right here. I bury my head in my hands just devastated.

"Emmalee?" a new voice questions from above me. I sniffle then slowly look up to meet eyes with a concerned Harry. Harry? Why is he here?

"Oh my god Emmalee what happened?" he asks while kneeling in front of me. I sob even more, and he embraces me in a hug. "Shh. It's okay. Calm down its okay," he comforts me, and my voice quivers a little bit then it regains its normal speed. "That's it," he encourages, and I shake my head while sniffling. I look up to him, and his green eyes are softer in color, and just appearance.

"It's not o-," before I could finish a strong hand gripped onto my shoulder, and yanked me back. I scream then look towards who yanked me from Harry.

Spencer.

I screamed even more not caring about the peaceful atmosphere. He walks over to Harry his' fists are clenched. Harry is just shocked at what happened, and his fists are clenched also. His veins are starting to pop out, and I whimper. I stand up, and run up towards Spencer pulling him back. I fail, and he just shrugs me off. He walks up to Harry then throws a punch connecting to his jaw. "Stop!" I yell while Harry throws a couple of blows onto Spencer.

I run up to Harry yanking him away. "STOP!" I yell but they don't listen. Then at the end of the hallway I see Liam, and Niall running up towards us. Niall comes up to me but I don't pay attention. My full attention is to the two guys who are fighting. Both of their faces smeared with crimson blood. Liam gets in between yanking Spencer off of Harry. Spencer tries to go back to throw another punch but Zayn comes out of no where holding him back. I go up to Harry, and kneel next to him. He is laid out on the ground spitting up blood. I look over, and see Phoebe covering up her mouth while tears escape her eyes.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH LET GO!" I hear Spencer yell at Zayn, and he shakes his head while Spencer thrashes in his' arms. Louis runs up to help Zayn.

Niall kneels down next to his friend just shaking his head. "Harry what the hell did you do?" he asks, and Harry just grins. "That dick attacked me so I fought back," he says, and Niall just laughs. Harry then looks over to Phoebe who is still crying. "Phoebs it's okay," he says, and she shakes her head. Before she could answer Harry looks up towards us. "Can we," he coughs. "Can we have alone time?" He requests, and we nod while standing up leaving them alone.

Niall turns me around with a worried look. "Are you okay?" he asks, and I know he isn't referring to the baby this time. I don't respond but look over to Spencer who is giving the death glare to Harry while he converses with Phoebe. He then looks up towards me with a forgiving look. I roll my eyes, and then mouth:

"Fuck you,"