Chapter 19
*Nicole's P.O.V.*
"Don't touch me!" I screamed at Ashton, as his hands trailed up my body. I tried to push him away, but he only pushed me closer to the wall. His body inched closer to mine, and I felt my body starting to shake.
He pressed his lips against my neck, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt his mouth sucking on the fragile skin of my neck. I felt a feeling of nausea in my stomach as I felt his disgusting lips violate my body.
"P-Please, stop!" I begged, as I tried to push him away. He simply pressed himself against me. I felt tears slipping from my eyes, as he started to kiss my neck. His hands slipped under my shirt, touching the bare skin. The tears were pouring like waterfalls. I couldn't take it. I hated being so worthless.
"S-Stop," I whimpered. Finally, he pulled away from me. My body relaxed, and I let out a deep breath, glad the torture was done, for now. He smiled at me, "Baby, don't cry. You are supposed to like it."
"I hate it!" I snapped at him. I felt his fist come in contact with my jaw, causing me to stumble backwards. I clutched my throbbing cheek, as I backed against the walls. I wanted to get as far away from this monster as possible.
"Don't lie to me!" He screamed at me. I could feel his breath in my face, causing me to cower back, inching my way down the wall. He groaned and headed towards the door. He turned and faced me, "I'll be back, babe."
He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I collapsed on the floor and began sobbing. I curled up in a ball, hiding myself away from the world. I couldn't take being so pathetic and weak.
I probably should be used to this by now. It's been a week of this torture. I keep breaking down sobbing after it, every single time. Why do I keep crying? I guess it's because this is more torture for me. It makes my mental health horrible.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea washing over me. I quickly pulled myself off of the floor and ran to the bathroom. I threw open the seat to the dirty toilet. I puked in it, vomiting out the small amount of food Ashton gave me, today.
I really don't know why I got sick. It could be pregnancy sickness, it could be the disgusting taste of Ashton's tongue down my throat, it could be my disgust towards Ashton. I really don't know.
I finally pulled my head out of the toilet. I groaned and leaned against the back of the wall. The sickness had been getting worse, as the week had progressed. I had also began feeling bad cramps every once in a while. It was pretty bad.
I felt my body growing weak, and I felt tired. I washed my face and mouth. I pulled myself out of the bathroom and over to my room. I collapsed on the messy bed, hoping to get some sort of sleep for the night, well at least I think it's night. I don't have any windows in this room, or a clock. All I know is that I'm tired.
I curled up on the top of the small bed. I hoped that sleep would come to me soon. But, then again, I don't. Sleep means nightmares. Every night I either dream about Niall. I feel so much guilt inside of me. Niall had warned me, but did I listen, no. I was so stubborn and wouldn't turn around. He was the one looking out for me.
I finally grew tired, and I couldn't help but fall asleep.
*
*Niall's P.O.V.*
Another week had passed. One more week until tour ends. Frankly, I have no idea how I've survived these last couple days. I feel so horrible. The depression washes over me. The press is all over me, trying to figure out why I can't sing my solo in Little Things without crying. I've tried two more times, but with no success. They've just gave my solo to Liam, instead. Management has kept Nicole's kidnapping away from the public eye. They don't want the paparazzi interfering with the police's work.
