I Understand. An AU/punk story.

I scream in to his palm. He has dark hair, nearly black, his eyes are a dull blue and are very creepy.

"If you scream, you'll regret it." He says grimly. And I believe him. "Are you going to scream?" I shake my head no and he nods before slowly peeling his palm away.

I would have collapsed on the floor is his hips weren't still smashed against mine.

"Good girl." He deep voice, purrs in my ear when I press my lips shut.

"Who are you?" I whimper, trying to sink in to the metal pressing on to my skin, trying to get far enough away from him.

"I'll ask the questions. You listen." He snaps, taking a fit and slamming it down right next to my face on the metal. I jump and cower but he recovers quickly. "Jake sent me." I nearly lose my shit. "He is really entertained with your little saga; to say the least." He sneers. A few more tears prick.

Be strong, Lilian.

"He wants to make a deal with you." He says.

Oh my god.

"You stay away from Harry. " His eyes hold no remorse nor sign of bluff.'

"W - what?" I breathe, my tears drying up.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?" He yells, roughly grabbing my cheeks in between his fingers, angling my head sharply so I'm forced to look at him. I whimper and make no attempt at fight. He glares at me with hate before continuing.

"Take up Louis's offer. Stay away from Harry. You will do this; what he asks. Or we will not fail to repeat the actions that involved Harry on this fine night again." His smirk is so big.

I wish nothing than to smack his mouth.

"We're all sick of his power and control. His reign is over. You stay the fuck away from him. Keep your damn mouth shut, or else."

The elevator bings and the doors open behind him. He turns to leave. I can not resist.

"Or else what?" I meant to sound brave. To sound like I'm not scared even though I am.

"Or else, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." His face twists in to a terrible sneer that makes me feel nauseous. With one loud laugh at my expense, he turns and leaves.

What the fuck just happened?

It takes me a good while to force myself to walk.

What the hell do I do?

If I tell anyone; he'll hurt Harry.... The though makes me heave.

But if I do as he asks, I'll be dating Louis for the wrong reason. Stringing him along in this sick mess that I made so many months ago.

Who was that man, even? I have never seen him before. Something tells me I will be seeing him int he future though.

I call a cab as I relive the terrible encounter on my way back home.

Would Jake really hurt Harry.

Of course he would! He would kill him!

Once I arrive at my apartment I tip toe back to my room and get in my bed. My body shakes.

Do not cry.

You need to be strong. Be strong and figure this shit out.

How? How the fuck.... I can't hurt these boys. And this strangers demands kills them both in one cheap shot. I can not do it. I will not do it.

I have to call his bluff.

There is no fucking way.

I will just glue myself to Harry's side. No one will come near me when he is around, and no one will come near Harry with his gang around.

I feel so damn stupid and helpless. What the fuck am I going to do?

I need to think, clear my head.

My clothes stick to my skin from the thin layer of sweat that's covering me. I need to change first. Stripping down bare, I pull on a pair of short shorts and a T shit before climbing back on my bed.

I will not tell the boys though. They would go ballistic, and if I told any of my friends the boys would know with in twenty minutes.


Go I am so fucked.

"we have been watching your little saga."

They knew all of it. The break up, me and Lou. We have been watching. Before I can stop it, a sob erupts my lips. Good god I am so fucked.

What in the hell do I do?

I need to tell someone! Anyone.

I cried that night. I cried so hard. For hours. Not getting an ounce of sleep as the sun raised up in the hot sky.

I hear the girls get up and ready. What if he threatens them next?

I nearly puke on myself.

Maybe I need to give myself distance from all of them. That way if I'm not involved, I can keep them all safe.

But who will keep you safe?

My subconscious sneers at me. The thought makes me shiver violently. That's a damn good question.

But it is invetible that I need to leave the house today, the girls will surely know something is wrong and they will call one of the boys over, if not one, then both.

I quickly get myself looking decent before opening my door.

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"Hey, didn't you spend the night at the hospital?" One of them calls to me.

"Nope. Going there now." I yell, lying, before scurrying out.

The farther they are, the safer they are. I remind myself. I need to stay away until I figure this shit out.

I set out to my private destination and in a half an hour or so I arrive at the coast.

With a huge huff I collapse in to the empty sand.

I rip my sandals off and throw them to the side. I feel like crying. No. Not crying. Sobbing like a fucking fool.

I am so confused. I will not let my friends get hurt. I will not cause them pain because of my own stupididty.

I will take the fall

"What if I don't"

"Then you will be seeing a lot more of me?"

I hiccup and hug my knees to my chest as the warm beach air blows my hair. I had a few days at most before they caught on I wouldn't follow through.

Then he would come for me.

Would he rape me?

Beat me?

Kidnap me?

I have no idea. But I am too afraid to think about it.

I think I am foolish. I'm sure everyone would think I'm foolish for deciding this.. but think about it.

Lead on my best friend in the entire world who loves me unconditionally while simultaneously ripping out the heart of my first and maybe even only love of my life? They would both hate me .. I can't lose them. I don't deserve them but I can't be without them.

or

Tell them. Get help. Let them solve it. They would. And then let them get hurt. Jake's gang would attack. Now I'm risking their actual lives...

and

My last option. Not doing anything. And excepting the terrible abuse that is sure to come to keep my friends safe. MY pain before theirs. For the people I love?

I could only ever chose the third. I glare at the sand and ignore the constant buzzing of my phone.

Notes

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