You're The One

"Oh shut it, Styles."

He grabbed me by the hair. Pushed me to the floor. The more I wept, the more he hurt me. I tried to contain my cries, so he would stop, but I couldn't. The pain was unbearable. He finally had enough of my whimpers and decided to rape me. This was the worst thing he could do to me.

I tried to protest but instead I just laid there as he raped me...my ex boyfriend. He used me...he thought I was HIS and no one else's. I couldn't struggle anymore he was too strong and if I did anymore, he had a knife on the counter...at any moment he could kill me. But thats when I realized I didn't really give a damn....I kicked him in the balls and ran out the door..

I turned around to see him grabbing the knife and throwing it..and it hit me right in the back

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"Jess, Jessie..Jess! WAKE UP" I heard muffled noises.

"Jessie, wake up! It was only a dream, relax."

I sprang up, I had tears in my eyes and my heart was pumping, "W-what?"

"Honey, where you dreaming about Andrew again?"

"Y..yes...it was..the dream..where..he-"

"You don't need to explain anything, Jess, I understand."

"You're the greatest friend you know that?"

"Yeah I do." she grinned and left.

I got off my bed and looked at the time, shit it was 9:00 am. Work started in 30 minutes but I didn't really care. I needed to relax for a moment. The dream was overwhelming.

Somewhere in the process of relaxing, I fell asleep and when i woke up again.

It was 9:45 am.

"SHIT! DREW WHY DIDNT YOU WAKE ME UP!"

There was no sound.

She probably left already.

I got up quickly and looked around the apartment that i shared with drew. I was jumping around, dressing myself while grabbing my keys, making myself coffee and grabbing my bag.

I ran out the door, scrambled to car, put the key into the ignition and drove as fast as lighting to work. I was heading to Angie's Photographs. I was a professional Photographer.

There was a lot of traffic and that would only delay me even more, so I decided to park the car at the nearby park and walk to work, it was like a 10 minutes walk so I'd survive and not get fired.

I looked at my watch, GOD I WAS REALLY LATE!

So I started running, I was almost there, I just needed to turn the corner,

when I hit, SMACK, into someone.

I fell to the floor. Well that's not embarrassing.

"OW! watch where your going!" I said, not looking up.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" said a voice.

Particularly masculine and british, cute.

"Obviously!" I growled, annoyed.

I look down to the side and saw my bag, it was open and everything scattered out.

"UGH!!! Seriously dude?!" I looked up and saw a glimpse of beautiful green, worried eyes.

"I'm so sorry, love, I didn't mean to."

"Just help me up, these heels are killing me."

He offered me his hand and pulled me up then he helped me gather my things in my bag.