
Abused
What's wrong?
Rachel's P.O.V. My eyes fluttered open. I was on the sitting room floor. Why was I here? I was momentarily confused before the memories of the night before came rushing back. I quickly made to stand up but the pain in my head was so extreme I had to stay lying on the floor. My head felt like it was ready to explode. I toom a deep breath and this time, more cautiously attempted to stand up. This time I made it to my feet. I went straight to the bathroom, afraid Brad could be anywhere around. I got a fright when I saw myself in the mirror. I was so pale I looked almost ghostly. I could see large bruises appearing on the bare skin of my chest. I felt the back of my head where my hair was clumped with dried up blood. It was hard to keep my eyes open due to the pain in my head but I knew I had to sort myself out. I decided a shower would help refresh me. I slipped out of my clothes quickly and turned on the shower. The hot water stung the back of my head, where it was cut but I had to rub out all of the dried blood. After I felt I was clean enough I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me and made my way to the laundry room. Before long I was dressed in http://weheartit.com/entry/80061227/search?context_type=search&context_user=forbiddenlove2allbut1&query=Hoodie+outfit I didnt know what time it was. Brad was still in bed so I guess it wasnt too late. I didnt have the energy to check . I just wanted to lie down. I took a paracetomal and made my way to the sitting room with a cup of tea. I noticed a bit of blood on the wall & floor from last night and felt my stomach twist. I couldnt go through with cleaning it up. Not yet. A knock on the door distracted me. I made my way to the door quietly, hoping not to wake Brad up. I opened it to find Niall standing on the doorstep. "Great! Your ready! We can just take off right away so" he said grinning cheerily. "What?.." I mumbled, confused. His smile faltered a bit. "Your coming over today and we're going ice skating a bit later...?" he explained. "Oh.. Oh right, yeah! Must of slipped my mind, just hand on a second, let me get my bag" I said, putting on the cheeriest voice I could manage. I grabbed my bag off of the counter quickly and then followed Niall to his car. The pain had eased up slightly but was still very strong. Niall started up the car and as soon as he pulled off he asked me the question I had been dreading. "What's wrong?"
Please come back! I know it's been years since you updated this, but I just found it and got totally hooked. You're such a great writer -- please please please continue with this story!
3/11/18