Bad girls club

Save me

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WARNING: this chapter and the next few will contain depression, suicide attempt and extreme abuse. This can be a triggering chapter, my messages are always open for those who need someone to talk to or just someone to listen, thanks for reading and sticking through my shitty attempt of writing :) enjoy xx
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Natalie's POV

I groaned as I reached up and grabbed my slightly pounding forehead. I felt Cole's body shuffle next to me in the huge king size bed, the comfort and warmth of the covers engulfing my aching body. Cole suddenly let a small sigh fall from his lips as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close in his sleep.

I admired his peaceful sleeping face until I harshly flicked him in the forehead making him frown and groan. "Red lips let me sleep" he mumbled out rubbing his now slightly red forehead. I lightly giggled and jumped out of his bed.

I went to go and grab my clothes as his black T-shirt reached just the top of my thigh. I suddenly felt a hand grab my arm and pull me back into the bed. "Why couldn't you go home?" Cole suddenly blurted out causing me to turn around and face him. His eyes held confusion and curiosity as he still held onto my arm.

"Cause I would've been in trouble for being out drunk and passed my curfew." I lied through my teeth. "That's bullshit, I saw how terrified you were, I've never seen someone look so scared." He searched my eyes for something.

"My dad can just get overly protective of me sometimes" I sigh out glancing down to the covers. Cole reaches forward and grabbed the bottom on my shirt revealing a huge now green and purple bruise spread across my stomach and bruises and cuts placed across the top of my thighs.

Shit. Quick Natalie think of some bullshit excuse. "Oh that's nothing!" I awkwardly chuckle. "I fell down the stairs the other day that's why I had to miss some school." I forced a smile and glanced up into his piercing green eyes. A pang of guilt bolted through me for lying as I saw sadness and pain lay in his eyes.

"Natalie, you don't get that type of bruising from falling down the stairs." He sighed out but not once breaking eye contact. Panicked I suddenly stand up grab my clothes and hiss "well it is, just stay out of my business Cole, it's nothing to do with you." I storm out, not once daring to look back.

Before heading out his front door I slipped my jeans on, still wearing his shirt. Luckily none of his family were home or there would've been a very awkward encounter.

I slowly walked home, my stomach churning. Now I have to face him. I could never tell Cole the truth, it would leave me alone, Cole would never see me the same. As if he would even believe me anyway. My dad likes to constantly remind me no one would believe a weak, ugly, pathetic girl like me.

I was so deep in thought I didn't realise I had reached my hell. My eyes landed upon the door that separated me and the devil. My heart rate quickened and I placed my now cold clammy hand on the handle slowly opening it.

Within seconds of closing the door I was grabbed from behind and slammed onto the floor. "Where the fuck have you been you bitch?" He spat at me. His eyes full of anger and no remorse. I searched them looking for some hint of my dad, some part of him that is still human. That small part of him that used to love me. With tears streaming down my face I remained silent.

He lifted me up by my neck and slammed me into the floor again, making my vision go blurry. "Answer me!" He screeched into my ears. "I-I was out with friends" I croaked out. "Friends? You don't have friends, no one would like a pathetic bitch like you" he roared at me.

He grabbed my legs and dragged me into the kitchen making sure my head whacked corners and heavy boxes on the way. He let go and I scrambled up, my head pounding. I have no where else to go. No escape from all of this. I'm constantly trapped leaving in this hell. I backed up into the corner of the room as he started to throw dirty plates and glasses at me, I managed to dodge the first two but the third plate hit me straight in my head. I fell back from the force causing me to tumble on the floor. I felt blood starting to pour down my face.