WARNING- THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS THE USE OF VIOLENCE AND ABUSE! IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THIS TOPIC PLEASE SKIP TO NEXT ONESHOT, I MEAN NO HARM IN THIS. I JUST HAD AN IDEA FOR A STORY AND I'M HERE IF YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING. PLEASE ENJOY THE STORY AND FORGIVE ME FOR THIS TOPIC ONESHOT, THANK YOU. THIS IS ONLY PT.1!! VERY LONG ONESHOT.
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"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FOOD Y/N?!" George yelled and roughly pushed and pulled me. "I'm sorry, I came home a little late and lost track of time. It wont happen again." I say and coward. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING USELESS Y/N! GOD!" He yelled and smacked me. I cry in pain.
"Stop fucking crying you useless slut." He said and hit me again. "You're just a stupid bitch." he said and glared while walking to the fridge grabbing a beer and taking a huge drink. he glared at me again.
"Why the fuck are you still on the ground?! Get up.you have work to do!" he yelled slightly and pulled me up. "fuck this....." I whisper and glare at the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" George asked and grabbed me by the hair,throwing me against the wall. "Nothing..." I mumbled. He smirked and punched my stomach. I groan in pain and fall down. He continues to kick and punch me until he could see blood and my pain.
"THAT'LL TEACH YOU NOT TO TALK BACK TO ME!" He yelled and walked upstairs. "Hurry up and get up. Start cleaning and packing. Early day tomorrow." he said and slammed his door. I lay and the ground crying and deciding is I should just run away.
I wipe away my tears after a few minutes and try to stand up,but I fall back down. I cry out in pain and hold my stomach. I grab my phone out of my pocket and try to call jorel. I hate to do this but I need help. I put in his number and pressed call. I waited and listened to the ringing. He picked up quickly.
J-Hello..?
Y-Um...Hey sorry I hope i didn't wake you but,I kinda need some help,if that's okay.
J-No don't apologize,anytime you need me i'll be here and up for you. So is it another situation about George?
Y-Yeah..and if you're tired it's okay. I can figure out a way to get up.
J-No. No way in hell am I gonna let you struggle by yourself. i'll be there in 5. Wait for me.
Y-Thank you jorel.
J-No problem y/n. I'd do anything for you,love you. See you soon.
He hung up and I blush at the word 'love you'. It's been awhile since I heard those words. I sigh and quickly groan in pain. My stomach is all fucked up....I hate this so much. I start to remember all the good times me and George had.
He once took me to the fair. That was one of the best days of my life. I slowly start to cry until I heard the door open. I wipe away the tears and look at the door. Jorel closed it quietly and walked over to me.
"Jesus! This is getting out of control y/n. Leave him!" Jorel said and picked me up. "I know but I can't leave him like this. He's unstable." I say and sigh sadly. Jorel softly placed me on the couch and checked for marks and bruises.
He lifted up my shirt and gasped loudly. I had bruises all over my stomach and chest. I gasp at the cold air. He softly traced over the bruises causing me to jump. "Shit! I'm sorry." He said and looked at me sadly. I look away from him and sit up.
"I got to start cleaning. You can go home now." I mumbled and stood up before falling back down. "Nope,not until I know you can walk again. And you're not going to be cleaning tonight. You're going to rest,i'll take care of the work." He said. "No,you can't do that. You guys start tour tomorrow. I can't have you be sleepy and not have enough rest." I say.
