Fix You

Chapter One

Luna's P.O.V

He pinned me down on the bed, his lips attacking my neck. He tugged at the waistband of my jeans.

"Please, Alex, don't do this," I begged. He sat up and slapped my face.

"Shut up!" he hissed. "You belong to me!"

I woke up drenched in sweat. Another nightmare. I've been getting them every night since my ex was put in jail. His words still haunted me. You're mine. You belong to me. He was so possessive. He never let me do anything without his permission.

We had been together for two years. Alex and I met when I was eighteen. Two years of my life were waisted with him.

Why didn't I leave him? He had threatened the lives of my friends and family. He wasn't joking. He was in a gang and threatened to have his men do the work. I hadn't know about him being in a gang until the night I tried to leave. Let's just say I hadn't tried to leave since then.

I was forced to deal with him. He would put me down and hurt me. He always told me I was fat and caused me to develop an eating disorder which I still can't shake. He secluded me from people and now it's hard for me to talk to anyone. Soon I fell into depression. He's ruined me and my life.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I looked over at my clock. It was a little after seven in the morning. I guess I could get up and get ready for the day.

I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I started the shower and got out of my pajamas. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had ugly bags under my deep brown eyes from the lack of sleep. I looked down at my wrists. Deep cuts adorned them.

You're worthless, fat, ugly. Alex's words sounded in my head. I picked up my razor and dragged it across my wrist. Blood seeped from the cut and dropped into the sink. It didn't hurt anymore. I've felt worse than this.

I sliced all the way up to my elbow and set the razor down. I got in the shower and started to wash, mindful of the cuts. The warm water felt good on my sore skin. I still had marks from where Alex hit me. The skin is still raw and bruised.

Before a neighbor called the police, Alex's beatings were getting worse. It was the night that he had tried to rape me that he was taken and put in jail. He would rot in jail. Part of me wanted that, and a small part didn't. He was the first person I ever fell in love with. He treated me like a princess the first few months, but after that he started saying things about my weight and it just grew worse from there.

I shook my head and got out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel. I wrapped clean gauze around my wrist then pulled my brown hair into a bun. I went to my closet and picked out clothes. I chose a light pink tank top with black leggings and a grey hoodie.

I glanced over at my laptop on my desk. I was taking classes online to get a degree in creative writing. It has always been a dream of mine to be an author. Alex took that dream from me.

It was really hard to keep up with it. With the lack of sleep and food, I just have a hard time concentrating. I've tried to get over everything, but the thoughts won't leave. I've tried therapy and medicine but nothing seems to work. Lately, I've spent my days reading alone in my apartment. It was one thing that took my mind off my horrible past, but only for a little while. I've acquired a large collection of books. I had bookshelves lining one of the walls in my bedroom. They were the one thing that kept me happy.

I decided to go to the coffee shop next to my apartment building. Maybe coffee would get me focused enough to work. I put on a pair of flats and walked down to the street. I kept my eyes on the ground as I walked in.

I hated being around people. All because of Alex. Everything was because of him. I used to be a social butterfly, always making friends, but for two years I didn't talk to anyone. I was kept in a small apartment with an abusive monster for two years.

I was shaken from my thoughts when I I ran into someone and felt a hot liquid seeping through my clothes.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I heard a voice say.

I looked up. My brown eyes met beautiful blue ones. Whoever he was, he was beautiful. He looked to be a few years older than me. His eyes were such a bright blue I could look at them all day. He had chestnut hair that fell into his eyes. His features were sharp and defined. He was a few inches taller than me, I'd have to stand on my toes to match his height.

Although he was gorgeous, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. They were staring at me. Looking at me. Everyone. I could feel my nerves building. I would have a panic attack in front of everyone. This is another thing Alex so graciously blessed me with.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"T-they're looking at me," I stutter as I started to panic. My body started shaking slightly.

"Come on, let me clean you up," he said and led me to the bathroom. He helped me up on the countertop and wrapped his arms around me. He traced circles in my back to calm me down. Normally, I would never get this close to anyone, let alone a male, but the way he held me, told me I could trust him. He was gentle, and I could tell by his actions he had no intention of hurting me. Something Alex never had.

"It's okay, take a deep breath," he whispered. I took in a shaky breath and let it out. I kept taking deep breaths, breathing in his cologne. I won't lie, I could stay in his arms all day.

"Do you have social anxiety?" he asked me. I nodded against his chest. "I'm sorry," he said pulling away. "I'm Louis Tomlinson by the way,"

"I-I'm Luna Williams," I said quietly.

"Well it's nice to meet you Luna. Sorry about your hoodie,"

I looked down at my hoodie. A large brown stain was all down the front.

"It's fine, I didn't like it anyway," I mumbled.

Louis smiled. He took a few paper towels and wet them. He gently dabbed at my hoodie. "I think this would be less awkward if we took the hoodie off," he laughed. "If you don't mind,"

"Yeah, you're right," I say tugging it off, being mindful of the gauze on my wrist.
I handed Louis the hoodie.

He looked at the gauze. "What happened?" He asked taking my wrist gently.

"My, um, sisters dog scratched me. I didn't want it to get infected," I lie.

"Okay..." Louis said looking unconvinced. "so, could I like, buy you lunch or something to make up for this? I'll be honest, you look like you need a good meal," he said looking me up and down. "You look starved,"

"No, no it's okay," I say a little too quickly. "Honestly it's fine,"

"At least let me buy you a coffee, if I don't do anything, I'll feel guilty,"

I sighed. "Fine," I said rolling my eyes. "If you insist,"

He smiled. He had the cutest smile I've ever seen. It was a big, goofy grin, that made my fragile heart melt.

Louis helped me off the counter and walked me out of the bathroom. Because he was next to me, I felt less nervous walking out in front of everyone. He bought me a coffee and walked me outside.

He turned and smiled at me. "Give me your hand," he said. I looked at him suspiciously and held out my palm. "If you ever feel lonely, call me," he said and pulled out a pen and wrote his number on my hand.

I looked up and gave him a small smile. "Okay,"

He laughed slightly. "I'll see you around," he said and turned and walked away.

I smiled down at my hand. He was the first person I've talked to since I got away from Alex. Maybe my instincts were right. Maybe I could trust him.

A/N:

Hi! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me. Please stick around, I've got more chapters coming soon! I'll try to update regularly, but I can't promise anything. Anyways, thanks you so much, and have a nice day! :)