- Kylie's POV -
Horrors plagued me in my dreams. I kept seeing his face over and over again. He missed me. He was out to get me. He loved me. He wanted to smack me right where it hurt. He whispered my name repeatedly. I whimpered, but said nothing. Then it got worst. He got to my little brother. How dare he.
<<< [A/N: Flashback]
"STOP! Stop it, please," I weeped seeing him raise a hand toward my little brother. The one person in life that I would do anything for. His eyebrows raised and he shoved my brother towards the floor. I could see a bit of blood dripping on the floor.
"Stop, please stop, baby, look at me," I begged.
"How DARE he step in on us?" my angry boyfriend yelled.
"He didn't mean to," I convinced. "He was scared. There's a storm, baby."
He was hot-headed. Always had been. He was lustful. Not the best moment to interrupt him. His eyes flashed with greed and I could feel his eyes rake over my body. Rushing over to my baby brother, I dropped to the floor and cradled him in my arms.
"Leave him."
In disbelief, I glared at him. "NO! No, I will not leave him! Do you see this?! You did this!"
Defiance was one of the things that riled him up. I could see it blantly on his face. He wanted me. He wanted to devour me. He wanted me to forget about my brother and he wanted to take me right there on the floor.
But I would not. I had promised my mom. I would keep that promise, no matter what.
"I SAID TO LEAVE HIM!" he ordered even louder, causing me to flinch and my brother to quiver.
"I will not," I defied and picked my brother up. "I'm leaving."
Before I could take a step, a large hand smacked against the side of my face and my body fell crumpling to the floor. My brother was still in my arms and I shifted over so that I wouldn't hurt him. His eyes were wide and filled with tears. His hands were curled around the collar of my shirt. He wouldn't let go. Struggling to stand up, my legs collapsed under the weight of both my brother and I.
He laughed at me. "Serves you right, bitch. I told you that your brother would cause problems. But no, you refused to leave him. Said he wouldn't do anything wrong. Lies."
The last thing I saw was his foot heading towards my stomach. Then blackness enveloped me.
>>>
Warmth and comfort enveloped me. Why was I feeling these things? I haven't felt like this for a very long time. I felt safe. Something that had become foreign to me. I snuggled deeper into the blanket and burrowed my head towards the pillow. Wait. Pillow? Startled, I threw the blanket off and sat up. Oh no. Where was I?
"How do I always manage to get myself into trouble?" I mumbled silently to myself. What did I do this time? Why was I not at the coffee shop? Where was Jane?
"Oh, you're up," a voice called out from the other side of the room.
Was it him? I thought, frightened. Was it my old boyfriend? Did he come back to get me? Don't be silly, Kylie. He's gone. Just like your... my eyes watered at the thought. I quickly brought my hands up to my eyes and wiped the tears that dared to leak out of my eyes.
"Kylie?" he repeated again, stepping closer to me. I could feel myself pulling away at his touch and I looked up at him like a little child. "Are you ok?" he asked.
"Oh, Niall." I sighed, relieved. "What am I doing here?"
"You fell asleep at the coffee shop and I didn't want to leave you there. I at least want to take you home."
If only you knew, I thought to myself.
"You should've left me there," I said coldly, staring down at the floor. I knew he might think that I was bipolar, being nice to him one minute, and mean the next, but I can not afford getting closer to anyone ever again. Even if he was an international pop star. I have learned my from mistakes. I would not make those again. I will never take risks ever again.
"Well at least let me offer you a ride home," he insisted.
"What did Jane say, when you took me here?" I inquired.
"She asked me if she could trust me," he replied.
Huh. "Please take me back to the coffee shop," I avoided his eyes, trying to divert my gaze from anywhere but him.
"Shouldn't you go home? It's getting late and it'll be dark soon."
"I am going home."
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