bleeding love.

Just a Drunk.

I awoke in his bed.
I looked at the clock next to me. 11:34 pm? I've been asleep for a whole 12 hours. My vision blurry, hair a mess, my wound mostly healed. I walked down the stairs. I heard chuckling and laughing in the living room. I quickly fixed my hair in a messy bun taking a deep breath before walking in. You got this Emara I said smiling.

My smile slowly faded when I saw all the drunks in the room. " Nash "? I asked curiously. He looked up from his beer at me smirking. " There's my doll ". He said pulling me into his lips. I pushed away smelling the horrible aroma lingering in my nostrils. " Your drunk "! I yelled in his face. He slammed his beer down standing up in my face. " So what "! He screamed back spitting on my forehead. I wiped it away in disgust. " Your gross ", I said turning around. His strong hands pulled me back to his body.

" Don't call me that in front of my friends ". He whispered sending shivers throught out my whole body. I pushed away looking at all of them. " What's it matter, you won't remember, heck none of them will "!

His jawline popped as he rose his fist sending a straight message of haterid towards my face. I fell to the floor shaking, how could he?

" Get back up here "! He screamed grabbing my hair pulling me up by it. I moaned in pain as he chuckled. I got a glimps of all the boys before I was knocked to the floor again. They didn't know what to do.

Clutching my hair in his hands he thought it would be best to punch my stomach several times. Once he let my go I fell to the floor staring up at a blurry apparition of his body walking back in the living room. The boys stared at me while I coughed up most of the blood in my body.

" Nash help her "! I heard one of them yell. Followed by a chuckle coming from Nash's mouth. " Why so I can just punch her again ". He joked.

I crawled to the staircase sitting up on my back. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't sit up straight. I looked up from my feet to see a body coming closer to me.

I back up on the stairs a bit but he comforted me. " Don't worry I won't hurt you. Please I want to help you ". I nodded as he carefully picked me up looking around and running up the staircase.

He brought me to the bathroom opening the door, he sat me on the sink shutting the door behind us.

I felt dizzy and wezzy, but I caught a glimpse at his face, tall, dark brown hair, and big brown eyes.

" Who are you "? I managed to ask as he cleaned my face with a wet paper towel.

" Aaron ". He said smiling.

I nodded slamming my head on the wall causing it the *THUD*.

He looked up chuckling, then returning to helping to me.

" Why are you being so decent to me "? I asked rubbing my head. He looked up at me and shrugged. " I know how Nash feels ". He said now cleaning my shirt.

" What do you mean ". I asked worriedly and suddenly un-comfortable.

He took out a ice pack and wrapped it in paper towels " Well, I used to abuse my girlfriend. And well you see, we don't mean to hurt you, okay. We just don't know how to control our anger. It's sad but true ". He handed me the ice pack and I held it to my stomach.

" What was your girlfriends name "? I asked, he smiled re-packing everything in the first aid-kit. He turned to me helping me down.

" Abbey ".