Abuse (harry styles)

Chapter 3

*Sam's POV*

I've been trying to call jasmine for a hour, something's obviously wrong.

"Hey guys, I'm going to go home and check on jasmine."I say, I really wish she would have come with me.

"Why?" Harry says, now everybody is either tilting there heads to the side or looking over to me.

"She hasn't been answering my calls. At all. You know how I've been when it comes to her." I roll my eyes.

"Are you sure she isn't with Steven or some shit?" I forgot how angry Harry got when jasmine stopped talking to him. he's  just not like himself anymore.

"If she was she would text me to stop, that she's busy" I laugh.

"We are a long way from your home town. are you sure you have to go? Maybe you should just wait." Michael says to me.

"I can't just wait. If something's wrong with her, than I need to know. Remember that time she broke her arm and I didn't know for like, a week?" I frown. Michaels a little too over protective when it comes to me.  "can travel by yourself? Or do you want me to come with you? The fans are crazy lately. I don't want you to get hurt." Michael is so sweet, really, but they're on tour and I don't want to ruin it for them.

"No I need to go by myself" I give him a weak smile.

*Jasmine's POV*

I get up off the floor to find Steven with a shocked face, he runs to me and try's to help me up. Like he didn't know what the fuck he was doing?

"Get your FUCKING hands off me" I yell at him, but he continues to try and help me up. When I finally get up, Steven is trying  to hug me, but I push him off. I run up the stairs, i go into the bedroom And lock the door.  I try to find my phone, But I realise that it's on the kitchen table and mentally smack myself for not thinking of grabbing it. I hear Steven at the door.

"Babe let me in please I'm sorry" He says, banging on the door. I don't think I can stay with him anymore. Not only did he sleep with someone else, but he hit me? I need to get out of this house, now.  I start packing my bag and I look out the window, we live on a two story house and there's a tree that I could climb down.

I throw my bag and climb, but I almost fall and my leg slides down the bark of the tree. When I get down my leg is covered in blood, but I can't just stop. Who knows how mad he'll be for me trying to leave. I throw my bag over my back, quickly shoving my arms through the straps.

I run down the block, but by the time I see the end of it, I know that Steven is already there.