Multiply - Ed Sheeran

Bloodstream

Emily grabbed her phone and texts Stu. She had noticed Ed kept wearing sunglasses.

Emily: Why does Ed keep wearing black sunglasses?

Stuart: Because his eyes are red from crying over you.

The night passed. Ed was drunk. No doubt he was. He was at the bar where Emily and Bryce were. Bryce had seen a friend and they got to talking, and Emily was eyeing Ed. But Emily's memories were flashing back. And somehow, they hit Ed's brain too.

Emily's eye was black and swollen shut. She was getting beaten with a golf club by the second guy she dated. Emily was trying to block her face, but she couldn't see very well. "Emily, this is why you don't go into that closet! You know exactly what is in there! You know exactly what I'll do to you if you find it!" He shouted. Drugs are what she saw. And she knew it. She was panting, terrified. She was only seventeen.

"I-I-I-I'm sorry!" She stammered as she tried to clear the blood from her mouth. She was horrified.

"Are you, Emily? Are you?" He shouted. He hit her several times more.

"STOP!" She screamed.

"NO!" He shouted.

Emily reached for her phone and dialed 911. "911, what's your emergency?" The lady on the phone asked. Emily yelped as she was hit again.

"My boyfriend is beating me up again! I saw drugs in the closet! Illegal ones!" She gritted out. "This isn't the first time! This isn't the first time he's beat me or the first time I've seen them!"

Ed ran his hand through his hair. He was seeing Emily and Bryce, trying to cope with seeing her with another man. Her eyes were gleaming at the sight of her memory. Ed was nursing an empty bottle in his hands. "Emily?" Bryce asked. SHe flinched and zoned back in.

"What?"

"You alright?" He asked worriedly. SHe touched her back where her tab wound was.

"Yeah. I-I'm fine." She stammered.

"Emily..." She paused.

"Did I ever tell you about my exes? Before Ed?" She asked him.

"Sort of." She gulped. Then he got the full story. She told him everything. "You... you..." He hesitated. She nodded.

"Many times." She replied as she gulped.

"And it's horrifying to remember. Being beat. Getting sexually assaulted. Being stabbed." She told him. "Stuff happens."

He put his arm tightly around her. The next memory had Ed in it. He wasn't there, but she knew him.

"Ginger boy, huh? You decided to spend the entire day with him?" Steven asked as he held onto a clump of her hair. "You decided it would be so, so smart if you spent the day with him? Wrong, Emily! Wrong!" He told her. He held her against the wall. She was panting.

"Don't." She panted. "DON'T!" She screamed.

"Emily, you did something you weren't supposed to." He told her. "Now you pay the price."

"ED!" She screamed. "ED!" She screamed again.

"Little Mr. Ginger boy is playing a song tonight. He can't help you."

Emily shot herself back into the zone she was supposed to be in. "I-I'll be right back." She told Bryce. She stood up and quickly went to the restroom. As she got to the door, Ed saw her. "Emily!" He panted.

"Ed... are-are you drunk?" He nodded.

"Yes." THat's when he threw up on her. They both froze. "I am so, so sorry-!"