Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 39

"Shut up, bitch!" Nash spits at me and I stutter. I'm giving up actually. There's nothing else I can do anymore to prevent this from happening. This will leak everywhere, I'll have my career ruined and I'll have to hide from the world forever. It's obvious now, my future is going to end up like this. I am going to be a wrecked person and everyone will hate me, that's what cruelty is and it's known to be right in the center of reality.

The sharp pains repeatedly strikes everytime he thrusts in, after a couple of screams and 'stop it!'s from me, the numbness finally sinks in and I feel nothing but numb down there. The drug affects me more and more, I feel myself losing consciousness every second and the pain is starting to go away because of that.

I'm giving up. I'm giving up on all this. Giving up on calling for help. I'm surrendering - that isn't who I am, but this is what god sent me and I'm accepting it. Everything is going to be ruined. But one thing I'm not surrendering is him - the thought of him wants me to fight back all of this if I have just a little more of strength. I'm really trying but it isn't working, there's only one option and that is for him to help me. I need him. I can't give him up. Whoever Nash is working with, I couldn't give any shits about but I need Harry in my life, life ruined or not. 

The drowsiness is currently devouring my brain one by one and I take it all in, this might be the last time I see my future.

 As I start to close my eyes and give up on all the pushing and getting hurt after cycle, Nash's phone erupts and it vibrates. 

"Shit!" He shouts in frustration and gets out of me, making me wince at the feeling. Nash stands to grab his phone from the share.

He picks up and this is my time to grab my phone only about half a meter away from my non-cooperative hand.

"Chantelle?" I hear Nash say. Chantelle? Who is she? What does she have to do anything with this?

"I've got her. All of her. Harry's all yours now." He says and that makes my heart wrench. What is he talking about? Who is Harry's? And who is Chantelle? What the fuck is he planning?

But one thing I know is that my Harry is going to get hurt, so I've got to find out Nash's plan before all of this can get to him. 

I quickly move my fingers and gives myself a highfive when it successfully cooperates. Alright, I'm going to have to do this fast because the drug will have more of me in minutes.

I move my hand and cover my mouth with my other bare hand to stop me from screaming because the pain in my lower section is starting to cramp and I can't bare the pain.

My bare body turns to face the side in order to grab my phone, Nash is facing away from me, talking to whoever the hell Chantelle is and I stretch out my long arms as much as I can. My fingertips come in contact with the cold surface of my phone and my fingers press and slide on the surface of my phone to make it move smoothly to my sides. It does as I want it to and a rush of relieve bursts up. Now what I have to do is to get rid of Nash. 

I try to stand up and a pile of blood gushes out of my lower torso, running down my legs. I cannot feel anything from my waist under and it pains me to walk like this and the drug is not making me walk straight, I don't even care if I'm bare or not, I just need to get to the bathroom only about 15 steps away.

I look at things that can be useful and scan my eyes around the room. My eyes locked with the tripod and I come up with an insane idea. I don't even know how I can think of this right now with the drug so hard on me.

My mind races and I put the camera on the bed, trying not to make any noises.

I grab the tripod and hold it tight, gripping it. And then suddenly, my mind goes blank and I start to fall down and Nash turns around. My senses caught me and before I reach the soft texture of the mattress, I belt Nash with a hit of his own tripod and uses all of my strength to the bathroom, but before I can close the door. Nash clasps my ankle making me bang my chin hard on the hard tile surface of the bathroom floor.