Tiny Dancer

Chapter 5 - bruises

-Luci's POV.

I grinned to myself as I landed another perfect jete en pointe. I always struggled with jete's, I decided to come in early this morning to get some dancing in.

I wiped the sweat off my brow and decided to do my favourites, pirouettes, on a good spin I could get round about 25 times, I heard the door close quietly and 5 deep gasps.

"Oh hey guys" I blushed, standing in the middle of my studio in a tiny leotard, tights and pointe shoes.

"You can see you boobies" Louis giggled, I crossed my arms protectively over my chest, almost crying with embarrassment.

"Er I'm just going to get changed!" I whined running into my little supply cupboard, I stripped the leotard and pulled off the ballet shoes.

"LUCE!" Harry shouted slipping into the cupboard where I was standing in my underwear.

"Oh god I'm sorry!" he blushed trying to open the door, which wouldn't budge.

"Have fun lovebirds!" Niall giggled.

Harry stood, staring at me, well at my bruises oh god.

"W-what happened?" he stammered moving hand away from my stomach.

"Nothing" I mumbled turning around and grabbing my shirt.

"Don't lie, you've got bruises everywhere" he whispered.

"It's nothing Harry ok" I told him calmly pulling on my baggy cuffed sweatpants and sitting down to put on my fluffy bed socks.

"Tell me, please?" he asked sitting down cross legged in front of me.

"I've just got out of an abusive relationship the other day that's all" I smiled weakly taking his hand.

"I'm sorry!" he burst into tears wrapping his arms around me protectively and kissing my shoulder.

"It's ok don't cry!" I whispered hugging him back.

"Your so beautiful" he told me pulling away and looking me in the eye.

"Thanks" I blushed tugging on his hand.

"What did he do to you?" he asked biting his lip, "youdonthavetotellmeifyoudontwant" he gushed, probably reading my worried expression.

"Well first it he would just push me around and shout at me a lot, especially when he was drunk, then he started punching me and burning me with cigarette butts" I breathed.

"Carry on?" Harry sympathetically rubbed my knee.

"I was a, a virgin and I wasn't ready you know? And before he got abusive he told me when, and only when I was ready. And I believed him. So err this onetime we were sitting on my bed watching a film, it had been a while since he'd last hit me so I though it was just a phase, but errm he asked me to fuck him, and I told him no I wasn't ready and he asked over and over, and I kept telling him no, so he tied me to the bed with my tights and stripped me, licking his lips like I was dinner or something, I was sobbing and begging him not to but he didn't listen, he thrust into me and jackhammered away, ignoring my sobbing and hysterical crying, like it really hurt Harry like someone shoving a rolling pin with razor blades on up there and he wouldn't stop, he finished and rolled off me. But he wouldn't untie me, and he raped me 6 more times that night" I sobbed hysterically.

"It's okay baby, I'm here" he soothed, rocking me slowly.

"I've never had sex when it's not been rape before, and he knows where I live" I confessed clinging to his hoodie.

I felt a tear drop onto my bare shoulder, was he crying?

"I'm so sorry" he grimaced wiping my tears.