Abused

Rachel's P.O.V.

"Brad" I whispered.

Chelsea's head snapped around to face us.

"Brad?" she frowned slightly at the name as if trying to remember where she had heard his name before.

Brad barely passed her a glance.

His eyes were fixated on me.

"So how you been Rach?" he asked, his voice soft.

I was taken by surprise at his tone. I was used to a much harsher one.

"Brad! As in your ex boyfriend Brad?" Chelsea butt in suddenly.

I nodded slowly, unable to speak.

This was too much for me to handle.

I had myself convinced that I would never have to see him again.

I couldn't help but think back to the dream I had had last night.

"I-I gotta go" I whispered, pushing past Brad, running out of the café onto the footpath.

Once on the footpath, I ran to the corner and sat down clumsily on the curb.

This was a lot worse than I had imagined.

It was unrealistic to think that I would never have to see Brad again, but why did I have to see him so soon?

It wasn't fair.

I rested my chin on my knees, after pulling my phone out of my pocket.

I dialled Nialls number in quickly and then held the phone to my ear expectantly.

It rang a few times before going into his voicemail.

"Oh c'mon Niall" I muttered into the phone, annoyed.

I tried ringing him again but it went back to his voicemail.

Before I had a chance to try ringing him again, Brad plopped down beside me.

He gave me such a fright that I jumped slightly, and almost dropped my phone.

"Why'd you run off?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Why'd you think?" I muttered back sarcastically.

For some reason I wasn't afraid of him. Out in the open, in public there was really nothing he could do to me.

I did however flinch slightly when he placed his hand on my arm.

"Listen Rachel, you've made your point, okay?" his voice was low but I heard him perfectly clearly.

"I get it. You can come home now. There's no need to keep playing games" he continued.

"What?" I frowned in confusion.

"You can stop messing around. I'm not mad" he replied.

I pulled out of his grip quickly, standing up.

"Brad, I'm not coming back!" I told him firmly.

He stood up too.

"What do you mean your not coming back?" he demanded.

"We're finished. You know that Brad" I held my ground.

His expression went from disgruntled to somewhat amused.

"We can't be finished" he said simply.

"And why is that?" I snapped back.

I had no idea where the bravery was coming from, but there was no way I was giving in to him.

"You're in love with me Rachel" his answer was very simple.

I felt myself frown at that.

"Excuse me?"

He continued smirking.

"You can't leave because you're-"

"I'm in love with Niall!" I yelled, cutting him off.

His eyes widened at my outburst, as did mine.

"You-You're what?" His fists curled into balls.

Did I honestly just admit that?

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