You Need Me

Nothing Stupid

My breathing is heavy. I clasp a pillow to my chest and claw my nails into the surface of the bedding. I chew at the inside of my mouth in nerves and doubt. The brown eyes of my attacker are stained permanently in my brain and there is no sign of them budging from my mind.

Trent isn't in our hotel room, he is out for a drink with Kyle. But I wish he was here right now.

I have the light on and haven't moved from this spot on my bed since I got in this hotel room from...then.

I don't feel anything. Just emptiness, like all the life inside of me has been sucked out with a hoover and been thrown into the bin.

I just keep thinking over and over that, why me? What did I do to deserve that? I am wearing jeans and a and a baggy shirt, that isn't exactly asking for that sort of attention now, no one go through something like that, no matter what they wear.

No tears come, my eyes are dry and sore from crying.

My phone pings from my bedside table and my heart begins thudding in my chest and my palms become sweaty. I convince myself to look at the message and it turns out that it is just Trent.

Trent- Are you coming down to the pub to join us babes?

I blank my phone screen without texting him back feeling unable to think of an answer. However, it isn't long for my phone to ping again.

Trent- Babes?

I ignore the message again and I feel my tears building up again.

Trent- Nat?

Me- I don't feel like it sorry x

Trent- Are you okay?!

Me- I'm fine

He doesn't reply after that and I put my phone down. I curl up and burry my face into the pillow in my grasp and begin crying my eyes out. I hug the pillow tightly as I pour my heart out about everything.

I miss Adam. All I want to do is hug him, laugh with him or even just see him again.

I sob about what just happened, about the way he touched me against my will.

It's been about ten, fifteen minutes since Trent texted me and the sound of a door opening and shutting echoes throughout the suite. I hastily wipe the tears from my face and suck in two deep breaths in an attempt to appear normal. "Babes?" Trent's voice calls and I sit up in the bed. The door to my room flings open and his sparkling brown eyes land on me.

"Hi, a-are you okay?" I stammer a tad and rake my fingers through my blond hair really trying not to let the tears spill for the thousandth time.

"I'm good, but are you?" Trent raises his eyebrows at me and gives me a very serious look, I know that there is no getting out of telling the truth to him. He kicks his shoes off and lays down next to me. "I can tell that you have been crying, Natalie, you have tear stains down your cheeks." His thumb runs over the sore, rough surface of my face and I blink hard to try and get rid of the tears that are threatening to flow down my face.

"I...I didn't...I didn't want to...I didn't want to." The tears come and pour down my face uncontrollably. Trent wraps his arms around me tightly and my head goes into his chest as I shake from how hard I am sobbing.

"Ay, baby, what didn't you want to do? Talk to me, please." His hands stroke my head trying to calm me down. I grip his shirt in my hands tightly as the whole scene replays itself over and over and over in my head showing no signs of stop.

When I finally lift my head he uses his finger to make me look up at him by moving my chin. "H-he...he touched me..." I watch as his face turns from worried to pure anger and confusion.

"Who?" Trent let's go of me and sits up with frustration. I avert his gaze and look at the white wall to the right. "Natalie, tell me."

I huff and really fight back anymore tears. "It was...it was Franco."

Trent stands up and puts his shoes back on his feet. His fists are balled up tightly in fists and his jaw is stuck out in anger, his cheeks are the colour red from how furious he is. "I warned you about him." He points a finger at me and I shrink down into the sheets.

"I know, and I listened. Where are you going?"

"To find that fucking bastard." Trent spits and walks straight out of the hotel room.

My eyes go wide as I realise that Franco is about to get beaten the shit out of. I jump out of the bed and run over down the corridor to a very angry Trent. "Trent, wait! Don't. I mean, think this through." I grab his arm and pull it back to try to stop him from going any further.

"What is there to think, he has touched you, Nat, and that is a criminal offence in my books. I want him to get what he deserves." Trent pulls away from me and starts storming down the stairs.

"Trent! You aren't listening to me, you don't want to go and beat the shit out of him."

"Right, now you are defending him, that's brilliant, Natalie." He flings his arms up and back down in an annoyed manner.

"I'm not defending him, if anything I am defending you. If you go and do something stupid, Trent, then that can be the end of your professional football career."

"Not when they find out the reasons." And off he goes again, down the stairs with thundering feet.

I follow off after him with a huff. I reach him again and this time I forcefully pull his shoulder back. "I am being serious, Trent," I raise my eyebrows at him and send him a serious, stern look. "If you go out there and beat the crap out of him then if he tells the police then it will look worse on your behalf than it is on...his. Please, Trent, no matter how much that prat deserves it, you don't deserve to be fined or have your football career ended because of a worthless pillock like him." I explain my reasons and Trent fold his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall clearly thinking about my reasoning.

"Fine, for now, but if I see him anywhere near you or is so much looking at you I will punch his bloody lights out." He screws his mouth up and glares at the wall.

"I don't doubt you for one second, I just don't want you to do anything stupid that could jeopardise your career and possibly mine." I wrap my arms around his waist and he moves his arms around me.

"Your right, babes, I won't do nothing stupid if you don't want me to. But just remember what I said about me not gonna be able to hold back when I see his pretty face."

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Daisy xxx