Should I go...?

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Joe's POV:

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing away like mad on my bedside table. In my delirious state, I reached for it and was greeted with 100's of messages saying 'Happy Birthday' both on my social medias and my texts. A slight smile came to the side of my face. The 8th of September 2018. My 27th Birthday. 'Fuck i'm getting old' i thought to myself. I slowly roused my ageing bones and got out of the comfortable arms of my bed. My plan was to have a chilled morning as Byron and I did shit loads of prep for the party tonight before we went to bed yesterday. I walked downstairs to see that all of our hard work was useless. All the balloons were out of air and the house still looked a fucking mess. 'Well this is already gone to plan' I sighed to myself sarcastically. Ignoring the disaster that was my flat, I went into the kitchen and made myself some scrambled egg on toast as I sat down and called my mum to thank her for the card she had sent me. We talked for a while and eventually she hung up. I got out my vlogging camera as Byron sluggishly walked out his room and wished me a Happy Birthday.' 'Thanks bro' I replied with a slight chuckle. I finally put my brain in gear and began to get the place ready for the 40 something guests that were coming to mine in just under 10 hours.

/Time skip to 6:00 pm - start of the party/

The party was in full swing and the atmosphere in my house was electrifying. I was sat on the sofa in between Kate from strictly and will Derbyshire. I was having a great time but was constantly distracted as I looked at the door. Someone very important still hadn't shown up. 'where the fuck is she ?' I mumbled under my breath.'The show starts in 15 minutes'.

Dianne's POV:

/Time 5:15 pm/

I was upstairs in my bedroom getting ready for Joe's party. Tonight was gonna be a good night I could already tell. Joe and I had continue to text everyday since I saw him at the studio for filming earlier this week. We joked and talked as if we had known each other years. Let alone days. Every time I saw his name pop up on my phone, I couldn't help the huge smile that came to my face. Just the thought of him soothed my bones and made me blush. I still don't like him like that though. As I've had to remind myself constantly I have Anthony. And I guess i'm happy with him. I grabbed my keys and phone and headed for the door. As I walked down the hallway, the door opened making me jump. A tall man was stood their with the biggest smile on his face. "Dianne!" He said cheerfully.'Fuuuuck' I thought. I really didn't want to be with Anthony this weekend. As if life wasn't stressful enough. "Anthony, what are you doing here? I thought you were filming all week." I replied trying to seem happy. I don't think it worked. "Do you not wan't me here or something". His voice much less cheery now. I said nothing and instead looked down at the floor. I took a quick glance at my watch to see that it was 5:30. It took 45 minutes to get to Joe's and I couldn't be late for him. The room was silent. My dad could of dropped a pin in Australia and you could of probably heard it in the flat. I looked up to see Anthony looking at me angrily. Waiting. Daring for me too say something."I have to go" I said timidly and went to move past the figure blocking may exit.

Trigger warning

I moved my foot forward and was instantly pushed backwards onto the floor. He kicked me repeatedly in the stomach. Winded, I couldn't move away from him. I tried but my limbs were frozen from shock. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain in my stomach to stop. As he stopped kicking me, I saw Anthony walk angrily into the kitchen. I sat up slightly, watching him in fear. He came back holding a small knife that he grabbed from the cutlery draw. I began to sweat. Air was still struggling to fill my lungs. What was he gonna do to me? Is this it? God I wish Joe was here right now.

Almost as if he heard me, my phone lit up across the floor. Joe's name popped up with a text:

'Di, where you at, the party is in motion and you aren't here. The show's gonna start in a minute. Text back please xx '

"Who the fuck is Joe" Anthony said in one of the angriest tones I've ever heard.

"He, he's my... uh... strictly partner for this y' year.' I stuttered nervously."It's his birthday s, so he's having a party"

"That explains why your dressed like a slut then". I gave no answer to that response. Anthony sighed and looked at the knife clutched in his hands. He knelt down to me, getting centimetres from my face. He made eye contact with me and rolled up the sleeve to my jacket.

"Just remember where you come from you prick" He looked down at my arm and pushed the knife into the skin of my arm. He put enough pressure to scratch the skin but not too draw blood. He slowly dragged the knife across. He carved 2 letters into my arm. An 'A' and a 'Q'. It hurt so much but I couldn't let out a scream. I was stuck.

"You're mine bitch. Not Joe's. Not anyone's. Mine".

He dropped the knife on the floor and walked off. My breathing had increased into a rapid pace and I was scared shitless. I reached across the floor and grabbed my phone off of the floor. I left my keys in the hallway, but didn't care. This wasn't my home anymore. It was an amalgamation of bad memories that I wanted to forget. I ran out the door and into the car park texting Joe as I ran.

'I'm so sorry Joe. Got caught up in something. I'll be there within the next 30 minutes xx'

I sent the message to Joe as tears began to stream down my face. I didn't know who I was anymore. All I know is that I have to get to the party. I have to get to Joe.

A/N Hey people. Thank you so much for almost 100 reads. It's nice to know people enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy writing this. The next part should be up later x

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