I'm not a fan (Harry Styles Fanfic) *COMPLETED*

Chapter43-YOUR MINE!

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Chapter43-

****STILL FLASHBACK****

MONICA'S P.O.V:

"Um why are you here" I asked the familiar figure, who was standing at the door.

"BECAUSE YOUR MINE, NOT HIS" he answered, pointing to Jason.

"Mark, go home" Jason sighed.

Ohhh, that was his name, the familiar figure was the bartender, the one that got me my drinks, the one that called me pretty, the one that called me cute, and the one that flirted with me.

I never knew his name though, and well, well now I do.

"SHE'S MINE, NOW GET LOST" Mark yelled.

"No, Mark she's not yours, okay?" Jason whispered, coolly.

"She's my girlfriend!" Mark stated, UNTRUTHFULLY, If I must say!

"What, really?" Jason croaked.

"Yeah, mate" Mark shrugged.

"IM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND" I shouted, angrily.

"Babe, your just drunk, c'mon lets get you home" Mark smiled, as he took my hand and pulled me outside.

"JASON HELP ME PLEASE, HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" I roared.

Jason shook his head, as tears formed in his eyes.

"You lied to me" Jason mouthed, as he walked away.

"Jason please" I whimpered.

"WHO ARE YOU" I screamed, to Mark.

"Julia's ex" he chuckled, mischievously

Oh shit.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

"W-What are you going to do t-to me" I stuttered.

"You'll see" he smirked.

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He drove me back to the club, and began beating me, from head to toe, he slapped me, he whipped me, he punched me, he kicked me, he yelled at me, he 'TOUCHED' me, and you know why?

All because I wouldn't and wont, tell him where his precious, 'Julia' is.

WHAT A SICK MINDED FREAK.

"P-Please Im sorry" I croaked, as blood began to pour from my mouth.

"SHUT UP BITCH" Mark yelled, as he punched me in the stomach.

He lifted me up, and threw me into the car boot. Wrapping endless amounts of rope around my body, and sticking duct tape on my mouth, to keep me from screaming.