Wren's P. O. V.
"It feels so good to be home," I sighed falling back on the bed. Jack dropped our bags and joined me on the bed.
"I've missed this bed," he said.
"Me too," I yawned.
"Since you wouldn't let me sleep on the flight, I'm going to sleep now," he said.
"You could've slept on the plane and just ignored me," I told him. He just shook his head and crawled underneath the covers.
During the flight, Jack would lean his head on my shoulder and start to drift off to sleep. Every time he did that, I'd tickle his sides. He'd jump and grab my hand, before squeezing my knee making me jump.
Other times, he'd start to fall asleep and I'd kiss all over his face until he woke up. I had so much energy and I wasn't sure why.
I kissed Jack's lips before going downstairs to the kitchen. I passed Daniel who was sitting on the couch looking at his phone with a huge smile.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked, scaring him.
"Huh? Oh nothing. Just a video a fan made," he said waving me off.
"Right," I said sarcastically. He just rolled his eyes and went back to whatever was on his phone. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle.
About half an hour later, I finally felt tired. I went to my room and took off my sweatpants leaving me in underwear and a tank top.
I slid under the covers and was immediately pulled into Jack's embrace. He cuddled me and I wrapped my legs around him, resting my head on his chest. He kissed my head and whispered into my ear.
"I love you, Wren. How did I get so lucky to find you?"
"I love you too, baby." I kissed his lips before falling asleep.
Daniel's P. O. V.
The girl who wrote the article and I had talked everyday for the past two weeks. I learned so many things about her. Her name is Jessica Mendoza, but everyone calls her Jess. She's 18 and just graduated high school, but she's not going to college.
Besides our music, she mostly listens to alternative or rock. Her whole style is just dark and mysterious. She's really confident and outgoing. And smart, too. She reminds me of Corbyn with how many random facts she knows.
Jess's P. O. V. (I put a pic of her above)
"Jess!" I heard Justin slam the front door and run to my room. I quickly said goodbye to Daniel then went back to folding the laundry. Justin's my boyfriend.
"Yes?" I asked sweetly when he walked in. He looked around the room, then spotted my phone. The screen had lit up with a response from Daniel. I silently cursed. I had been extra careful to hide my conversations with Daniel. Justin never suspected anything. Until tonight. I knew I was in trouble.
He moved swiftly across the room and snatched my phone from the bed. He picked it up looked through it.
"Who the fuck is Daniel?" He spat. I stayed silent. He took one step closer and was standing in front of me. He pushed me against the wall and yanked my hair.
"Who is he?!" He shouted. I blinked back my tears.
"No one!" I shouted back. Big mistake. He yanked my hair again then slapped my face. I held my cheek, trying to stay calm.
"You little slut! You're mine!" He threw me against the dresser making several things fall including a glass of water that broke. The water spilled and a glass shard went into my arm.
"Clean this up. Now!" He shouted, making me flinch. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I sat there and cried for about five minutes. I wished so badly that I could get out of this. Justin wasn't always like this. He used to actually love me. I don't know what happened but one night I was talking to my brother's friend and he got jealous or something. The next day I felt the bruises forming all over my skin from his punches and slaps.
I tried so many times to leave him. It never works. He always stops me. The day that I plan to leave he's nice to me and I always fall for his trap. Honestly, I've given up. I've given up trying to run away. I'm stuck here. Maybe one day he'll hit me in the head hard enough that I'll have to go to the hospital. Then I could tell someone and they'd take care of him.
It'd be a lot easier if I had friends. Or my brother. He moved to Australia a few months ago and I lost all contact with him. And Daniel is the only friend I have, but I probably won't have him for long. Even if I still talked to him, I'd never put this burden on him. He's a celebrity with no time to deal with stupid girls like me.
I went into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. I removed the glass and bandaged it up before going back into the room. I went to get a broom, flinching when I saw Justin looked up at me from eating pizza at the kitchen table.
"When you finish cleaning up come down and get some food," he told me. I nodded before hurrying back to the bedroom.
I swept up as much glass as I could then cleaned up the desk that he had thrown me into. My back was already aching and my arm still hurt from the glass. I took some pain medication then went back into the kitchen. Justin was sipping a beer and looking at his phone.
I grabbed two slices of pizza and headed towards the living room.
"Babe, come here," he said. His voice was soft and gentle, but it still scared me.
I slowly walked over to him and he motioned for me to sit on his lap. I reluctantly agreed. He held my waist with one hand and his beer in the other while I ate my pizza, jumping anytime he shifted.
"You know I love you, right?" He whispered into my ear. I nodded slowly. "Sometimes your pretty little head forgets that no one can have you except for me. I just have to remind you, that's all. This time I went easy, but next time I'll kill you."
His threat confused me, but mostly scared me. I quickly finished my pizza then went to the kitchen to clean the dishes.
"The guys are coming over so go in our room and don't bother us," he said. I nodded and quickly walked into the bedroom.
I looked all around the room until I spotted my phone. I saw a few messages from Daniel and smiled, forgetting all about Justin's threat. I answered him and our conversation started again. Somehow he always made me feel safe, even if he was miles away.
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