Letters to Liam (One Direction)

Letters to Liam (One Direction)

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“No, Harry, I said no!” I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. “For the last time, NO! I don’t want to go out tonight. I am skyping Mia, remember?—No, I am not whipped.—I’m going to hang up now. NO! My goodness. Goodnight Harry. Yes I will say hello to Mia for you. Bye, Harry.” I unlocked the door to the apartment I was staying in and walked in. My mail was scattered in the entry way. The courier had obviously shoved it under the door in an attempt to keep these things private from the prying eyes of the paparazzi. I stooped down to pick up the mail; a few pieces of fan mail, a couple things from management, and a letter that didn’t belong. I recognized the writing almost immediately. The letter was from Mia. Just thinking about her made me smile. I threw my jacket and the rest of the mail on to the kitchen table and sat down to read the letter. Little did I know it would be the most surprising letter of my life.
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He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

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