Emily's P.OV
"Im.. I'm sorry, Tyler." I rush over to him.
"Seriously, when are you going to stop going though this whore phase? Its getting ridiculous." He steps away from me.
"Sorry Tyler. I'm truly sorry." I beg and for a second I consider getting on my knees. I know how stupid I would look but Tyler's forgiveness is all that matters at the moment.
"Stop begging. You've done this more than enough times. This is like the second time today."
"Tyler, sorry. It won't happ-" I was cut of with a pain in my cheek. I fell to the ground with a thud. My cheek swelled and I gasp in pain. My mind couldn't process all this.
"Ow." I squeak. This isn't the first time I was abused by Tyler.
"Dirty slut." He spits, literally spits at me. I rub my cheek softly. I didn't want to look up, I didn't want to look at Tyler.
"Find your own way home." I watch his feet as he walks away. After he was out of sight I let the tears fall down my bruised cheeks.
"Are you okay?!" Harry rushed to me. I get up off the floor and brush myself off. He grabs ahold of my elbow.
"Get off me." I practically yell. "This is all your fault!" I wipe away my tears quickly. I can't believe I'm crying, I should be use to this shit by now.
"He hit you?" He asks more than a statement.
"Yeah, he is just like that when he's drunk." I lie, he's like that all the time.
"He shouldn't do tha-"
"It doesn't matter, okay? What happened, happened." I walk away onto the pavement.
"Where are you going?" He yells.
"Home." I walk past Tyler's Lamborghini as it pulls out the lot. It's speeds off in the direction I guess I will be following. I don't even know where this club is. I am certain I will be walking around for hours.
"Let me walk you then." His voice is carried by the wind.
"Haven't you done enough? Tyler will kill me if you walked me home." I walk faster. Harry has ruined my life already.
"Come sleep at my place?" He asks. I laugh, I laugh a bit to loud.
"No Harry, no way in hell am I going home with you." I was close to sprinting down the road. I might have to ask for directions. I leave him stranded there. I can't believe he would think I would agree to that. Why is he nice all of a sudden?
I walked around the same street for what seems like hours but in reality it's only been 10 minuets. I finally build up the courage to ask for directions.
"Hi, do you know how to get to Wilton Crescent from here?" I ask a group of boys.
"Well hello." One if them steps out.
"Hi?" I step back a bit further.
"What are you doing on the streets on 3am?" Another steps out. Obviously they are drunk.
"I'm trying to get home. Do you know which way to Wilton Crescent?" I step back a bit at they gather into my personal space.
"Why don't you come home with me?" Another winks.
"No thank you." I laugh nervously. I should not have spoken to anyone and maybe I could've avoided possibly being raped in an ally.
"Come on babe, the night is still young." One attempts to grab my hand.
