Once you've turned 19, you're more than happy to get a chance to restart. You move to London to leave your old life behind, and work harder on your YouTube career. However, things go in a different direction than you were anticipating when someone y...
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Dan's POV
Pain spreads through my chin, and as my eyes shoot open, another punch comes straight into my cheekbone.
"Get...away...from...me!" (Y/n) kicks and screams against me, her eyes squeezed shut, completely tangled in the blankets. I realize she must be having a nightmare, but have no idea what to do. However, as she continues flailing and throwing kicks and punches, I realize it's in my best interest to get out of bed before she does any real damage.
"Fuck...fuck!" She shouts cuss words, and I immediately panic, not knowing what the bloody hell I'm supposed to do. However, it doesn't seem to matter, as she suddenly sits straight up, her eyes shooting open. "Get away!" She continues yelling, and I rush to her side.
"(Y/n)! (Y/n), it's okay!" I don't get close to her until she's gained control of her flailing limbs, and as she sees me, tears spring from her eyes, her breathing fast and heavy. As I sit down next to her, she quickly backs up against the headboard, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Don't...don't touch me!" She shouts, before burying her face in her arms, heavy sobs escaping her trembling body.
Your POV
"...it's been awhile."
My blood runs cold, inexplicable dread rushing over me in a tidal wave. My breath catches in my throat as my body freezes, only for his large hands to place themselves on my shoulders, turning me to face him.
His smirk grows as his eyebrows narrow in satisfaction. "What, not going to say anything? Okay, then."
His lips suddenly press themselves against me, the force of his body pushing me harshly into the wall. Every bone in my body is telling me to resist, to push away, but I've completely frozen. His tongue forcefully separates my lips, shoving itself into my mouth. I grimace in disgust, and as I do so, I finally come back to my senses.
I push him away from me, and as his back hits the dresser across from us, anger spreads across his face. "You little whore!"
He launches himself at me, and I attempt to make a dive past him, but he's able to grab my arm and harshly pull me back. I fall onto the bed, nearly hitting my skull on the headboard. He looms over me, and I cower in fear, bracing myself for what's about to come.
He lets out a loud grunt, and a scream of pain escapes my lips as he grabs my arm once again, pulling me off the bed and pushing me into the wall. His right hand snakes around my neck, keeping me from moving at all. My eyes grow in torror, and I begin to fear for my life.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He shouts, spit flying from his mouth. "You disrespectful little bitch!"
His hand flies across my face, a heated stinging sensation rushing through my cheek, and I let out another cry of pain, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
