I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 13

| Lacey's POV |

"Do you want anything to drink? I have wine," Zayn offered from the kitchen. We had decided to watch a movie and I was just putting in Mean Girls. It's one of my all-time favourite movies and I'm surprised Zayn even has it here.

"I'll just have water, thanks though," I called back. Soon, Zayn walked in with a bottle of wine and a glass, and a water bottle. He handed me the water and I mumbled a small "Thanks," he poured his glass full with wine and took a sip after taking a seat down next to me.

"What movie did you pick?" He asked.

"Mean Girls," I smiled at him and he rolled his eyes.

"My sisters must have left it here. They love this movie."

"Oh, how many sisters do you have?" I asked.

"Three," he sighed, taking another gulp of wine.

"What are their-oh shh! It's starting!" I started smiling and began quoting every line of the movie.

It was around the part where Regina is writing her own name in the Burn Book. I'm so engrossed in the film I don't notice Zayn scooting closer to me until he starts kissing down my jaw.

"Zayn stop, this is my favourite part," I start pushing him away but he keeps coming closer. He starts rubbing my upper thigh with his hand. "Zayn. Stop," I try to demand. He just ignores me and grabs my face with his other hand and turns my head towards him before slamming his lips atop of my own. I could taste the distinct taste of alcohol on his lips. I opened my eyes to look at the table where the wine was set to see an empty bottle. He drank all of that. I tried pushing him away again to no avail.

"Stop, Lacey. I'm just trying to have some fun," he slurred against my lips. He moved closer and I could feel his hard manhood on my leg. Suddenly this all felt too familiar.

・flashback ・

"I swear she's a real pretty one, just like her mum," I heard my dad's voice through the wall. He must be talking to someone. About me.

"Okay, this will settle your debt; if she's as good as you say she is," the other guy replied. I know for sure they're talking about me, but what about me? I'm only thirteen, they couldn't use me for anything sexual, right? Maybe they want me to be a maid or something, I'm always having to clean up after my dad.

I hear footsteps coming towards my door. I panic and slide under my bed. My door slams open and I can see big, black boots in the doorway.

"Lacey," a gruff man's voice spoke. "I know you're in here," I whimpered silently, not taking my eyes off the shoes as they came to the edge of the bed. I heard a low chuckle coming from the man. "You're just making it harder for yourself," he laughed again. His feet were so close, I could smell dirt coming from them.

His legs shifter and the next thing I saw was his face close to mine. I froze where I was, not even breathing. A disgusting grin appeared on his grungy face. His breath smelled like alcohol and tobacco; a deadly combination. His arms swung under the bed an harshly pulled me out. I was thrown on my bouncy mattress and he crawled on top of me. I began squirming and my heart race increased drastically.

"Stop," I whimpered as I turned my head away from his own. I tried breaking my hands from his strong grip. He managed to put both of my hands into one of his own and used his other hand to turn my head around to face him. His lips landed roughly against my own. I have never been kissed before, is this what it's normally like? My first kiss is with a man I don't even know, who's over twice my age.

I struggled against his lips and he chuckled into my mouth. He lifted his mouth away from my own to catch his breath and I let out an ear piercing scream. He looked enraged. He brought his hand up and slapped me. I could already feel the bruise forming. I was shaking and tears were forming rivers coming down my face. I tried one last feeble attempt to push him off but his grip on me was too strong. I couldn't cath my breath because of his forceful kiss and my crying, I began to feel somewhat light-headed but kept struggling. He cannot win.

"We're just going to have some fun," he said with a sly grin. He obviously thought very fondly of himself. He reached behind himself and took something out of his back pocket. He had a glint in his eyes that he didnt have before. He brought his hand towards my face. In his palm there were four little blue pills. I frantically started shaking my head and my whole body but he didnt stop. He brought his hand up to my mouth but I kept my jaw clenched. He got frustrated and punched me hard in the stomache. I cried out in pain and he shoved the pills down my throat; gagging me in the proccess.

He undid the button on his jeand and then the zipper. This is it, I thought. This is how I'm going to lose my virginity. I always thought it was supposed to be special, with the person you were going to marry, not some old guy who's name you don't even know. My vision started to blur and I was drifting into unconciousness. I could barely see him pulling his length out of his jeans. I could feel clothes being taken off of me but my mouth wouldn't form the protests that were building in my mind. The touches soon faded away, along with the slurred grunt and moans coming from the man until all there was left was black.

・End of flashback・

I began to panic. Zayn wouldn't do that to me, right? He's my boyfriend, that means something. "Zayn, please, no," I was now trembling and trying not to cry. He waas rubbing his clothed length against my leg and was still applying sloppy kisses to my mouth. Tears were leaking out of my eyes.

"Lacey, just have fun with me, this is fun," Zayn slurred. "Quit being a bitch," In his drunkenness he doesn't realize how ridiculous he sounds. I tried to push him away but that backfired when he fell on top of me from his force of pushing back. I struggled under him until I was flipped onto my stomach. He was now groping my butt and planting his filthy lips all over my neck. He let out various moants and grunts. I temproarily gave up on all of my escape efforts. Maybe if i don't struggle, it won't be as bad. His hands made their way under my shirt and around to my front. They were eagerly trying to make their way under my bra.

I waited until his thrusts against me got sloppy and his moans more frequesnt before I made one last attempt to break free (A/N Ariana Grande reference, suck my ass). I violently struggled under his weight. He seemed to get a little bit disoriented by my sudden scuffle and that was all I needed. I used all of my force to push him to the side and off of me and I stumbled off the couch. I bolted to the door without looking back. I didn't know if he was following me or if he was still on the couch and, frankly, I couldn't care less. Any person that would try to do what he was about to is not worth my time. I was clearly wrong about everything that I thought about him.

I ran down the street and took random turns on many corners, not slowing down or stopping for anything. I don't know if I'm crying or if it's just sweat running down my face. Once my legs were burning and I could run no more, I stopped to take in my surroundings. I was right down the street from the hospital. Maybe I could talk to Meg. She always knows how to make me feel better, even if she doesn't say anything. Her presence alone just calms me down.

I walked through the front doors of the hospital and past the front desk. I know where her room is so why should I ask?

"Ma'am, where are you going?" The receptionist asked me. I stopped and slowly turned around.

"Meg Barone," my voice was thick from my tears.

"I'm sorry ma'am but visiting hours are over," she said to me.

My eyes welled up with tears once more. I just want to see my best friend. "Please," my voice cracked in the middle of the word.

"I'm sorry, but if I did that for you I'd have to do it for everyone and I'm afraid I can't do that," the lady replied. I think that was my breaking point. My knees buckled and I sank to the floor. The tears escaped my eyes and I buried my face in my hands.

I think I'm ready to die now.

~

We in some deep shit, now.

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Peace, love, prada,

Jess