My body wouldn’t stop shivering as I used my last bit of strength to pull my hands up to my ears, hoping to block the constant screaming and banging on the door. I huddled in the corner of the bedroom as tears began to rapidly fall down my cheeks. I tried so hard to stop crying, but nothing would work.

Think happy thoughts, just think happy thoughts. I kept repeating those few words over and over in my head as I tried to calm myself down. I knew I wouldn’t be safe for too long, he would be inside any minute. My mind started racing and couldn’t stop thinking about all of the scary things he might do to me tonight. I winced at the thought and just sat there lifeless.

“ Alexandra open the fucking door right now before I break it down.”

My body tensed up. I knew he was drunk, again.

I didn’t know what to do or how to handle this terrifying situation. When I opened my mouth, no words would even fly out. I was utterly hopeless and my mind soon went blank. Moments later, the door flung open, but I was too frightened to even look up.

I couldn’t control my constant shaking as I began to hear his footsteps moving closer and closer towards me. Without thinking, I lifted my head up from between my legs and there he was, only inches away from me.

His face was burning red full of anger, which was petrifying. I watched as his eyes continued to glare down at me, and all I could think about was how dark they were. He looked like a monster.

“Get up” he spat at me. I could already smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. I felt so weak and my entire body was shut down.

“I SAID GET UP,” he demanded.

I didn’t want to make him angrier like last time, so I decided to listen to his commands. I tried to stand up but quickly collapsed onto the ground, banging my head on the floor as I fell. I was dizzy and my mind was spinning.

At this point I had already given up. He was stronger than me, much stronger. Nobody would stop him and there was nothing I could do about it.

I began to sob as my breathing became heavy. In between my first couple of cries, I could hear his soft chuckles.

Maybe he wasn’t going to hurt me. Then again, I was wrong.

Before I knew it, he had grabbed my wrists pulling me off the floor. I cringed in pain as I begged him to stop, but this only made him hold on tighter.

Ughh. I just wanted him to leave and this all to be over. I shut my eyes tight praying that I was just dreaming, but sadly I wasn’t. This was only the beginning for my torture of the night.

“J-aake, pp-lease….” I stuttered. I was surprised the words had even fallen from my mouth.

He looked down at me with a smirk spread across his chapped lips and then…BAM. He had slapped me, right across my face.

My initial reaction was to scream but right as I was about to, his hand covered my mouth. Great, now there was no chance to even cry for help. But who was I kidding? Nobody would even hear my cries anyways.

“Bitch, don’t scream or you’ll be sorry.” He slurred.

I didn’t respond. I knew if I did, I would be hurt again so I stayed fully silent. Suddenly, his right hand smacked my cheek again. This time, it was even harder. My eyes began to sting as I felt my tears coming.

“ What the hell Jake, I didn’t even say anything!” I shrieked.

His face enflamed and before I knew it, he slapped me again. Shit, maybe yelling at him wasn’t the best idea after all. My cheek was throbbing in pain.

He picked me up and threw me onto the bed aggressively. Usually he would just hit me a couple times and then leave… but this time seemed different. I was now frightened out of my mind.

Just think happy thoughts, just think happy thoughts. I repeated that sentence continuously in my head until I realized my shirt was ripped off of my body. My first response from this was to hit him, and I did just that.

After all, he deserved it. He had already slapped me three times.

I wasn’t just going to let myself get raped by my so-called “boyfriend.” But, after I hit him as hard as I possibly could, he didn’t even react, he just laughed. Shit…I’m in trouble.

He mimicked my hit as he punched me right in the stomach with all his strength. I endlessly began coughing and could barely breathe. I was in agonizing pain, but Jake clearly didn’t care.

“I’m not done. Just be good and you wont get hurt.”

Notes

yayy okay so here's chapter one! please let me know what you think and dont worry, the boys come in during the next chapter.! Feedback is always welcome(:

If you're not comfortable with the abuse part, it doesn't get worse than what you just read. This is the PROLOGUE and it was written to show the reader Alexandra's life before she meets 1D so yeah..

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