Save Me (A 5sos Fanfic)~not continued

Chapter 5

Poppy's P.O.V:

Have you ever had that feeling when you feel like you're worth absolutely nothing? Story of my life. As I stretched my arms and legs I came to my senses, remembering the hell that was my life. If I could choose 3 things in the whole world that I needed in my life they would be;

Olivia, she was the reason I was alive today.

Music; it made this whole things less painful, it made me calm.

Sleep; it was the escape I needed to forget everything. It would be easier just to sleep through tough times. Maybe just fall into a endless slumber. Don't get me wrong I've thought about suicide plenty of times. no one needs me; my parents are out all the time, they care more about money then their health for their daughter, I was disliked by everyone; I was the freak of the school, I was told to go kill myself at least once a day.

But I couldn't.

One person that kept me alive was Olivia. I needed her and she needed me. Everyone had problems; mine was just a every day battle to survive. Olivia was the one person who could make me smile. If she was by my side, I could muster up enough effort to not break down in tears. She was my best friend who would stick by me no matter what. I tried to show how much I loved her but it's hard when you just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

Changing into jeans with a white t-shirt and denim jacket, I attempted to try and cover up my bruises. I decided to put no make up on except foundation and kept my hair down straightened. I decided to take a risk, and put on my SnapBack; I thought it looked pretty cool but of course I will probably get judged. I'd given up on trying to impress anyone. Harry was a year older and went to the school on the other side of Brighton.

I walked out, grabbing a apple, taking a few big bites and throwing it in the bin. I inserted my earphones and turned up my music full blast.

"Don't wanna be an American Idiot"

Green day. I loved them. My life.

I arrived at school, the usual comments. I met Olivia and she had her usual grin on her face.

"5 fucking days Poppy" She practically screamed in my face. She was showing me her phone screen which showed a countdown. It showed how many days, minutes and seconds it was until the concert. To be honest, I was dreading and looking forward to it.

I hate crowds for one thing. I felt suffocated. I'd rather stay in my room and blast music whilst staring at my blank walls.

But still this concert sounded fun. I mean being in a crowd full of people dancing and singing their hearts out to songs which had been written by their heroes was silly but nice. I just needed to loosen up and enjoy.

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The day went fast. The same as every other day. Same with Tuesday; stares, comments, slaps by Stacey. I hadn't cut. I had to stay strong for Olivia.

Wednesday came by; today was the day Harry was coming again. I had been dreading it, thinking of a way to get out of it but there was none. I was scared. I'd gotten changed into my leggings and ACDC tank top. I wasn't much of a girl who wore dresses. Only on celebrations. I wasn't like normal girls.

I put no make up on, I didn't need to get dressed up for him. I didn't love him anymore. I'd decided that from the moment he left my house on Sunday. He was horrible. He could do anything to me and I couldn't stop him.

The knock of the door made me know he was here. My heartbeat quickened and I gulped slowly. It was like a horror story. I opened the door. He stood there in his normal attire, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Hey beautiful", he said. He took a step forward, I took a step back.

"Hey", I spoke quietly.

'Please can this be over soon' I thought quietly to myself.

He reached up and touched my cheek. His hands were dry and tough. I flinched, my eyes filling up with tears. My heart was pumping loudly.

"Baby, come on, let's go upstairs", he whispered.

I reluctantly followed him. We arrived at the top of the stairs. He suddenly pulled me away from my bedroom heading for my parents. I'd never been in there very much. There was king sized bed in the middle of the room. The walls were light blue along with the curtains and bed sheets. Very plain. A on suite bathroom was to the left and a wardrobe and two small draws either side of the bed sat there. The thing that I noticed the most was a picture. A picture of my mother and father. It was there wedding photo. My mother was smiling and my father was mid laugh. It made me smile seeing them to natural and not working.

The thing that hurt the most was there was no photos with me. Like I never existed.

Harry pulled my waist to his, closing the small space between us. He forcefully kissed me, his tongue soon slipping in after. I had to kiss back. He would get angry. He pushed me onto the bed, his body hovering over me.

"Harry, please..." I tried to push him away but he was too strong.

"Come on baby, it's time for the frigid bitch to lose her virginity. That's what everyone calls you right?"

"I thought you understood, I'm not ready, I'm only 16"

He raised his eyebrows mockingly at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Shut up and stay quiet"

"No!" I screamed.

He raised his fist and punched me in the face.

"Shut up you bitch, alright, let's make a deal okay? If you stay quiet and let me fuck you, I will leave you and you will never have to deal with me, I know you don't love me. But if you don't stay quiet, I will beat you and make you're life a living hell"

He knew he'd got his way. I suddenly realised, if Harry was a horny teenage boy, he probably got laid every night which means he would've cheated on me. How could I be so fucking naive?

"Take that a yes" He smirked.

Before I could say anything, he'd ripped the tank top of my body and was unbuttoning mine and his jeans. I could hear the tear from the condom packet. I closed my eyes. I wasn't ready for this. Why was I letting him do this? Oh yeah, because if I didn't he would make my life hell. Not like it isn't already.

A burning pain shot through my body. It felt so foreign. I didn't like it. Id had enough. I tried to push him off. He grabbed my neck forcing me to stay still.

"A deals a deal", he whispered.

Pain burned through me over and over again. I looked away from his face and focused on the picture of my mum and dad. I was never gonna end up like them. No one needed me, let alone a boy. I was going to be alone forever. Soon enough Olivia will leave me. I'd rather take my own life then life this hell. Silent tears ran down my face. I couldn't make a noise.

As Harry came undone, relief washed over me. I stayed completely still as he got ready. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead lightly. His lips were chiseled and cold. More tears came.

"Goodbye", he whispered, walking out.

I had a aching pain down there. He took my virginity. He took the only good thing about me and threw it away. I hated him. I didn't care if he died. I hated him. This time the sobs really came. I wanted to leave this world, I wanted to die.

I reached over in the pocket of my jeans, wincing at the new, foreign pain in my womb. I scrolled straight to Olivia's contact.

Poppy: Help. Come over now.

A/N: Wowwowowo! Intense shits going down. Harry's gone! Yay! I hated writing this but it had to be done! I've never written something like this before so sorry if it's bad! Short chapter! Sorryyyyy🙊 sorry for the late update, been on holiday! Might be updating tomorrow so look out! Thank you for the support! Let me know what's gonna happen next? Love you all!😘😘😘