His various smiles (Dan Howell)

Lamp Shade

Hey my little beautiful creatures. So this is a Dan Howell fanfiction because....well.....I LOVE DAN HOWELL AND PHIL LESTER!!!! Errrr...sorry, had abit of a fangirl attack there.

Just to be clear on this book, it's not your typical 'romance' cheesy book or anything like that. This book is going to have alot of serious things in that happen in real life and that actually happen to good people who don't deserve it. There are going to be some emotional topics in this book that somepeople might not like to read. So I just thought you should know before you continue to read.

You can probably tell that I am not very good at the while 'Authors note' thing so I'm probably not gonna do them.......which means I should probably shut up now.....and let you read. Yeah that's a good idea. (awkward silence and face :-S)

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Prologue

Lamp Shade

Jazmin's P.O.V

Tears streamed down my face as another blow came to my stomach, sending waves of pain throughout my body as I crumpled to the floor at his feet.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!"

Another blow. I cried in agony as he grabbed my hair pulling me up so that I could meet his blazing eyes.

"I'm s-sorry.....I d-didn't mean t-to. I...."

"SHUT UP!!!"

He smacked me across the face before throwing me back to the floor. 'All this because I accidentally smashed a glass' I though bitterly. It had been this way between me and Drew for quite sometime now. The loving, caring Drew I fell in love with in high school was dead, and this abusive beast had replaced the man I once loved.

He knelt down next to me, an evil glint in his eyes as he stared down at me. I didn't...no....couldn't turn my eyes away out of fear. Throughout the years the beatings have been getting worse, even over the slightest of things.

Drew grabbed my wrists forceful and pulled me to my feet, pushing me against a wall roughly as he held my arms above my head. The tears still streaming down my face as he stated me down with a hungry look in his eye. Like he was the predator, and I, his week and pathetic prey, that stood no chance at escape.

As he knelt in closer, bringing his entire body pressed up against mine painfully stopping me from moving. I started to struggle more against his grip.

"Drew p-please....let me go!"

I tried to make my voice come out strong, but it only came as a tired whisper. I was tired.......I was weak. Drew dropped one of his hands from my wrists only to enclose it around my mouth.

"Shut up. The less you struggle, the less painful it will be for you."

I screamed into his hand as he used his feet and knees to speed my legs apart as he started to trail rough painful kisses along my neck and chest. I felt his hand roam my body as I shaked frantically under is touch trying to escape. As his hand reached my stomach, he punched me again letting me fall to the floor.

As my body hit the floor I was to numb to move as my quiet wimpers filled the room. I was suddenly turned onto my back, Drew standing over me. Using his feet, he again sprees my legs, taking off my shorts and underwear. I tried turning away and screaming for help, but my body was to numb with pain to move, and my voice was only a whisper.

"Pathetic."

Drew spat out at my attempt to escape. And that's when I heard it. The terrifying sound that sent my mind into a frenzy of panic. The sound of his jeans zipper......being pulled down.