2 ~ alex

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⚠️ tw- self harm mentions ⚠️

it was 9am and i'd just got a cab back to my apartment which i shared with alex. my heart pounded as i thanked and paid the cab driver. i turned my keys in the lock and walked in, i'd left for one night and there was already beer bottles and pizza boxes everywhere from alex.

i stepped in the living room, my dr martens plodded on the floor and left a little trail of puddle water. (it was raining outside, but i mean no surprise there, it's england). alex was sat on the sofa glaring at me, we both silently stared at eachother. he rose up and got close ish to me 'where the fuck have you been? i bet you've been with taylor' he screamed, so loud a shiver flew down my spine. i was too scared to reply. i doubted he would hurt me but i was still terrified. 'i asked you a question. were you with roger taylor?' he said taking a step closer to me. 'y-yes. but i promise nothing happened, i-i was drunk and he offered for me to stay so you wouldn't have to deal with me drunk' i spluttered. it happened so fast, he swung his hand up and slapped me right across the cheek. he proceeded to push me so hard that i fell, my back was killing and i would definitely have a bruise. i was so shaken up by now i could barley move. i never thought he would get like this. 'get out' he screamed 'get out now you slut' i ran out the door and ran down the busy london street to the closest phone box.

i had called delilah 4 times but still no answer, i'd even called her brother jake twice. i quickly dialled freddie's number, he always answers but this time he didn't. i was panicking a lot now. what if alex just came out now and did something? what would happen?

in my peripheral vision i saw someone i recognised. alex? no his hair was too long. 'ROGER!' i shouted, my voice braking since i was still crying. 'y/n? hey, i was just coming to drop of your jumper, you left it at mi-, why are you crying? what happened?' everything had hit now and i was balling my eyes out. it wasn't alex's fault for hitting me, i did stay at rogers so i guess it was my fault.

~20 minutes later~
roger had taken me back to his and had made me a cup of tea which made me feel slightly better. tea fixes most things. 'are you alright, love? what happened?' roger asked softly. 'a-alex' i started to cry again. i was so embarrassed but i really couldn't help it. 'what did he do?' roger asked with a worried look on his face 'h-he hurt me because i-i stayed at yours' i somehow managed to say. roger looked extremely sad 'love, i'm so sorry, this is all my fault, i should've took you home' roger said sounding genuinely sorry. 'n-no, it's not your fault, you were just trying to help. neither of us knew it was going to happen' i spoke truthfully.

i guess roger had told freddie what had happened as he burst into rogers apartment shouting dramatically 'where is she? where is my darling'. freddie saw me and empathy flooded his face. he ran up to me and hugged me and span me round. 'OUCH!' i shouted, i didn't mean to shout that but it just came out. 'are you alright, what happened?' freddie said expecting me with concern. i pressed my hand on my back where i had landed and it was blistering hot. i ran to a mirror and looked at it. it was bright scarlet red and had a huge bruise right in the middle. i heard roger and freddie gasp. i looked at my face and i was a total mess, my mascara was everywhere and my hair was soaked from the rain.

~6 hours later~
it was now just turning four pm and freddie had left a little while ago. i had stopped crying now even though my back ached a lot and my face stung. roger gave me one of his t-shirts and hoodies to wear as mine were still soaked. we were watching this film, i have no clue what it was called but it was alright. roger cleared his throat and said 'you know i'll protect you from alex'. i said nothing. 'he won't hurt you again, i'm looking after you now' roger spoke gently. something about that sank into me and made me melt. i genuinely felt safe, for the first time in ages.

~7 hours later~
it had just turned ten and roger showed me to the shower and gave me warm towels. his bathroom was actually quite clean which was a surprise. he smiled at me and went back downstairs.

~15 minutes later~
i had just got out the shower and realised i had left my clothes on the bed in rogers room. 'shit' i said, roger somehow heard that and i have no clue how. 'is everything alright?' he asked, 'yeah just left my clothes in your room' i replied, slightly embarrassed. i heard him come up to the bathroom door and he passed me the clothes. his mouth dropped. shit, what did he see? 'why did you do that to your arm' he asked with a sad tone in his voice, 'i-' i quickly shut the door and was sat on the floor now worrying. i know what he had seen. i ran my fingers up my arm, running over all the old and new cuts. i had fucked up, again.

~10 minutes later~
i had walked back downstairs to see roger sat on the sofa staring at me, sadness in his eyes. 'why?' he simply asked, walking up close to me. 'it takes away the emotional pain and replaces it with physical. i prefer physical pain to emotional.' i replied. i don't know how it happened but it did. his lips attacked mine and he kissed me gently. all the stress left my body and a different feeling entered. nothing i had felt when alex kissed me. and at that moment i wasn't scared. but i should have been.

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a/n

i feel like that chapter was better than the last one but it still wasn't the best so i'm sorry ahh

also sorry for that if it triggered anyone and i strongly recommend you don't read on if that sort of stuff is sensitive to you.

keep reading  <3

~ h
xx

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