Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

(Warning: If you are in any way triggered by the following, do not read this chapter: depictions of abuse)

My phone dials and I press it to my ear, hearing it begin to ring. 

"Hello?" Liam asks from the other line.

I stop to look at the door. It had begun to press inward, due to him most likely ramming himself against it in an effort to get it open.

"Sarah, can you hear me? What's going on?" I hear Liam ask, bringing my attention back to the phone.

"I need some help... it's my dad! I'm locked in the bathroom but he's trying to get in," I panic into the phone, hearing my voice stutter. 

I rub my hands through my hair, starting to pace back and forth across the room.

I turn my attention back to the door, seeing the door shaking more violently than ever, dad screaming on the other side. I quickly go to the door, putting all of my weight against it and holding it shut.

"Darling, me and the lads are on our way, just stay in the bathroom!" Liam rushes into the phone, panting. 

"I'll try, but I don't know how long this door is gonna' hold."

I put the phone down on the counter, not bothering to end the call. Dad continues to pound his fist against the door. I manage to hold it pretty well, putting all of my weight against the door. 

All of a sudden, around five minutes later, the banging completely stops. I wait a few seconds, listening. I hear more than one person talking, then yelling. I press my ear to the door, trying to make out what they're saying but I can't make out any of the words.

All of a sudden, I hear a crash and a yell. I cower away from the door, moving to the farthest wall away from it. The yelling continues for only a minute more until it's silent. 

I hear footsteps walking towards the door and I back up as far as possible, pressing my back up against the wall. 

"Darling, are you in there?" I hear a soft voice call into the room from outside the door. 

I sigh in relief, knowing from the accent that it's one of the boys. I walk to the door and twist the lock, unlocking the door. I open the door slowly, peering out into the hallway, seeing Louis standing outside the door, looking at me in worry.

He reaches forwards to wrap his arms around me but I flinch back involuntarily, feeling my anxiety rise. Louis draws his arms back, a sad look on his face. 

Instead of trying again, he just opens his arms wide, beckoning me in for a hug. 

I immediately go to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his torso. He gingerly puts his arms around my waist, most likely not sure how badly I was hurt. 

I begin to sob into his shoulder and he softly shushes me, rubbing his hands gently up and down my upper back.

After a few minutes of this, I'm finally able to calm myself down. A slight clear of someone's throat brings me back to reality. 

I lift my head from Louis' shoulder and look to where the sound came from, seeing Harry standing there, his hands limp at his sides.

"C'mon, love . . . let's go and pack a bag. You are never coming back here again."