Last chance new begining (niall horan)

Don't

Katie's POV

I woke up with no strong arms surrounding me, cradling me. Like they were when I drifted off to sleep the night before. I made my way to the bathroom, did my daily morning routine, changed into some leggings and baggy jumper and made my way back into mine and Nialls shared room. Only to be faced with him. The past replayed in my mind.

His fist made contact with my face as tears brimmed in my eyes, eventually falling down my face and dripping off of my cheek.

"Don't Cry!" He spoke harshly from his gritted teeth. "It's a sign of weakness. I do not enjoy wakefulness. And you of all people should know that." After another punch to my stomach he left or the pub and drank all night and didn't return until 3am.

I shivered at the memory, quiet sobs escaping my mouth.

"Don't please." I whimpered. "Please. Don't." I continued sobbing.

"Shhh" he repeated, making me very un-easy. "Take off your clothes." I shook my head in response to scared to reply. He walked further up to me and stroked my arms up and down becoming rougher and rougher.

"Let me go!" I urged.

"No, your mine now." The beast answered. The beast I could have sworn I killed. I fought hard. I fought as hard as I could not to let him hurt me, but my hard-as-i-could obviously wasn't hard enough, not even the slightest and I was soon lying on the ground with him on top of me panting and sweating, me having lost my jumper somehow in the struggle. My step-father started to press his disgusting chapped and wet lips to mine. I wanted to scream but I was too afraid and exhausted to fight; I knew I wouldn't and couldn't win. "Don't" I managed to breathe out, and I kept saying that one word a lot. Don't. You'd think it was all I could say, when at this point, apart from please it was. It was like insisting a key worked when it doesn't or yelling "I've got it, I've got it, I've got it!" when a rugby ball sails over you and into the stands. I begged once more. Becoming more fed up with my constant pleading, he stuffed my jumper into my mouth and all that could be heard were my muffled screams. As he left a trail of wet kisses down my face and neck, he stopped for a moment to suck on my sweet spot. He began to caress my breasts. I breathed heavily. Knowing what he was capable of, I never whimpered, screamed and tried to fight the urge to cry. Forgetting my strategy, I began to cry and whimper so I wouldn't feel anything. Blocking out the world was the only way I could get through this terror. He pulled my leggings and pants down. I felt bloated. I felt like a sea in which he stood, pissed and shit in. I felt the corners of my body turning in on themselves and out, like in a cat's cradle. He started working himself over me.

He was inside me. He was grunting. He made me lie underneath him and listen to the beating of his heart and the beating of mine. How mine skipped like a rabbit, and his thudded, a hammer against cloth. We lay there, our bodies touching, and, as I shook, a powerful knowledge took hold. He had done this thing to me and I had lived. That was all. I was still breathing. I heard his heart. I smelled his breath. The dark earth surrounding us smelled like what it was, moist dirt where worms and animals lived their daily lives. I could have yelled for hours. I knew what he was doing. I never knew that it was happening now though. I caught on to his plan when he grabbed the knife from his side cabinet and -

"KAITIE!!" I was snapped back to reality by my one and only shaking me back and forth, whilst we were laying on the floor.

"Niall." I breathed relieved pulling him into a tight hug. I was hallucinating. I had never done that before. Why did it happen, then and only then.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Niall asked, cautiously. "It'll make you feel far better."

I told him everything. From when I was little to now. And my hallucination. Whilst doing this, I was sat on his lap, staring into his blue eyes, watching him stare at me intently.

Authors Note

So, it's Caitlin here and i'm just going to clarify that the rape part was an hallucination and never happened. Sorry if its bad - this is like my 2nd time writing this sort of stuff so #nohate - I don't know if hashtags are still in but - why not?

~+Caitlin+~