Whatever. (Slow Update)

Whatever. (Slow Update)

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"You're so cute when you're scared" HE said as HE kissed my cheek. I quickly spat at him. "I like you're hair but I want it shorter" HE said as he draged the knife across my cheek lightly cutting me and then cut my hair. I winced in pain as I felt the blood in my mouth. It tasted salty. Thats going to scar I thought. "I will be right back. DO. NOT. MOVE." HE growled at me, as he left locking the door behind him. My mind raced with ideas on how to escape. But I was limited with movement with my hands and feet tied toghther. I struggled to untie the rather large knots with my sore mouth from screaming. I ran around the small room. Looking for a window to escape from. Luckily I forund one but it was 4 feet hight than me. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer. I hurridly stacked crates and boxes with my shaking hands. I climb up, on the last crate the door swung open. "I didn't give you permission to leave!"
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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.

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