Through The Dark

Harry may have managed to shove past me but I was still hot on his trail. I practically had to sprint just to pass in front of him, but I was too late.

Harry shoved Jay up against the wall and was about to punch him in the face - hard - before my dad interfered.

"Hey now, boys, there ain't going to be any fighting in this house, you take this outside," he shouted as he shooed them both outside. I told all of the boys to follow me and everyone else to stay in the house and that I would settle this. And I was really hoping that I could, ya know, settle this.

We all went outside and Harry immediately started beating Jay up again.

"How dare you touch MY girlfriend like that, you stupid prick!" Harry shouted at Jay while knocking him to the ground. Jay was defenseless under Harry's inhumanly like strength, if you know what I mean.

"Harry, Harry please stop," I shouted but couldn't manage to get his attention. The other boys just stood by and watched because they knew that if they interfered, Harry would be even more furious and determined to kill.

Harry was pounding so hard into Jay's face and stomach that things were starting to turn bloody. And I knew that once things turned bloody, Harry wouldn't be able to control himself. He'd kill my helpless, life-long, best friend.

"Harry, please, if you care for me, than you'll stop!" I said. I saw Harry pause in a moment of hesitation but then he just began punching Jay again.

Fine, Harry. Let's fight blood to blood.

I went over to the woods, only a few feet from my house, and found an old, rusty pipe by my dads old Chevy truck that didn't run anymore. Score. Yep, that sounds safe and sanitary.

"Harry, this is your last chance or you give me no choice," I said with my shaky voice. I could see Harry's eyes turning black as he was about to bite Jay.

It's now or never. As soon as Niall understood what I was about to do, he was the first to shout.

"No, Brooklyn, don't!"

But it was too late. I aimed the jagged end of the pipe at my stomach and stabbed it into myself.

Oh my god, it hurt so bad. Oh my god, what was I thinking. I fell to my knees and found it, oh so very hard to breathe.

That was such a twilight moment.

Niall made it over to me first, but I could tell that the amount of blood that was around him was getting to him. Niall looked panicked until Zayn came over and told Niall to go wait in the bus. Oh Niall...

Anyways, it worked, Harry's head quickly turned to face me and he dropped the now, unconscious Jay and ran over to me.

"Brooklyn!" he shouted but I couldn't even respond. I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. He came over but before he could say anything more, Liam lifted me up with the pipe still deeply in my stomach.

"Let's get her onto the tour bus and get out of here," Zayn said. They all started walking towards the bus.


I used all of the strength I had left to tug on Liam's shirt. He looked down at me.

"Jay...someone heal him, please, he could...die," I struggled to tell Liam.

I saw him give Louis a quick glance, and then Louis rolled his eyes and turned backed towards the house to help Jay.

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That's all I remember before the boys got me back onto the bus.

Liam brought me all the way to the back room and set me on the couch. I was still in so much pain, it was unbearable.

I should have never came home. I did this to myself, I should have known something like this would happen. Nothing in my life could ever be perfect.

Harry quickly came running into the room with a ton of towels and I could see his bloodshot eyes.

"Alright, mate, we've got to get this out of her," I heard Liam say.

"W-what, you're j-just g-g-going to pull it o-out?" I said as tears started to stream down my cheeks. That would hurt so badly.

"Yes, love," Harry whispered to me,"it has to come out so we can heal you," he grabbed onto my hand and gripped it tightly.

"Alright, babe," Liam started,"One...two..." and before he got to three he pulled the deeply impaled pipe out of my stomach.

I looked down to see my blood all over my clothes. I now knew why Liam and Harry were the only ones who came back here. But how could they even bare it? It didn't even looked like it bothered them. But Niall...poor Niall, he probably felt awful because he couldn't handle it.

Then I felt the bus to begin moving again, and I was to weak to protest. Liam healed me and then left the room while Harry began stripping me of my blood stained clothing. He wasn't doing it awkwardly or seductively, if that's what you were thinking. He only had to strip me to my bra and underwear. He was just being a good ..umm... boyfriend, is that what I should call him, I guess? Who would want to sleep in blood stained clothing? Yeah, not me.

I could tell Liam's blood was beginning to take it's healing affect in me, and as soon as Harry put one of his over sized t-shirts and one of his pairs of sweatpants on me, I was out like a light.

Notes

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