groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• eighteen •

(( just a heads up, Gwens flashbacks will be italicized ))

"I can't believe you're still with Andrew." My mom shook her head, stirring whatever was in a big pot on the stove.

"Mom I love him." I looked down.

"Well he doesn't love you, because you do not hurt and physically harm people you love." She said, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Mom please don't tell anyone. I can handle this, I promise." I wrapped my arms around the short woman. she didn't say anything, just continued cooking.

I sighed, leaving the house and heading to the car with an angry Andrew. I got in, buckling up, staying silent.

"took you long enough." he growled, speeding off down the road.

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it was 9pm and Andrew was God knows where. I've been in the phone with Lucy for awhile now. probably 2 and a half hours

I could never talk on the phone with Andrew around. he thought that I would tell people about him. little did he know that I already told my mom and Lucy.

wanna know something? he ran over my phone and locked me inside of my room the first time he hit me and left a mark.

"Gwen promise me you'll tell the police." Lucy cried, making a tear escape my eye.

"No. not yet. I don't want him to hurt me. he'll kill me if I tell anyone." I cried, hearing the front door open, "Lucy I have to go, he's home. I love you." I hung up quickly, sticking the phone back between the mattress and the box spring.

"Gwen." Andrew came in, grabbing my arms and forcefully kissing me, "I love you." he said, making me want to vomit myself.

you don't love me.

he threw me on the bed, making me groan.

"Get ready, princess." he moaned in my ear, I had enough. I pushed him off of me, feeling him grab my arm as I tried to run away. a pocket knife was pulled out of his pocket. he opened it and pointed it to me.

"don't make me use this." he said, making me sit back down.

I cried as he got closer to me. he lifted my shirt and pressed the blade into my hip bone, making droplets of blood trickle down my already bruised skin.

I screamed in pain, begging him to stop.

I don't know what I had in me, but I got up and grabbed the knife, flipping it to where it dug into his arm. he yelled in pain, falling onto the bed. I reached between the bed and grabbed the phone, running as fast as possible out of the door.

I kicked things over to make obstacles for him to run into.

I ran outside, dialing Lucy's number.

she picked up on the 2 ring.

"Hel-"

"pick me up, please. I'm bleeding and running down the road please help me." I cried, running as quickly as possible.

it didn't take her long to find me and get me in the car.

"we aren't telling anyone." I said, grabbing a shirt from the back of her car and pressing it to my wound.

"what the fuck Gwen?! he fucking cut you with a damn knife, we're telling someone." she yelled, speeding off.

"I'm free, it doesn't matter anymore. e can leave San Fransisco and live in L.A."

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I woke up, sweaty and panting. I started to cry. I'm in some deep shit right now.

First off, michaels gone

second, I let Andrew no where I was

third, andrew is bound to be back again. and i just have to wait to see what happens next.

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when people ask me nicely to update, I don't mind, but when you send me messages and comment rudely, it makes me feel bad and kind of pisses me off. so please don't.

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