Long Way Down

-Sammie *two days later

I get up in the morning feeling different. It’s strange not making breakfast for three, and not driving to the elementary school every morning. Miss. Donner was upset I wouldn’t be able to care for the kids, but I refuse to put them in a situation with those shit heads.

They have yet to come to my house. My guess is Louis didn’t tell the boys where I stay, I seriously doubt that though. Sandra, a girl that takes the same classes as me stopped by yesterday. I’m sitting on my recliner writing up my report for one of my classes hoping she stops by again.

I do some cleaning here and there because my house is filthy, I never I have time to do major cleaning. When I do enough cleaning to satisfy me, I get in the shower. My bruises are gone on my face and my lip is better, but my stomach is another story. The bruises there don’t hurt unless I put pressure on them, although, they still look like they did when they were given to me.

I hop out of the shower and hastily dry body off, throwing some sweats and a hoodie on, I grab my car keys and decide where I’m going to go get my dinner from.

Subway. A chicken bacon sub on flat bread sounds out of this world right now- but with extra tomatoes and salt ‘n pepper.

I order my food and sit down in a booth, facing the dirty door of Subway. I slowly eat my food and drink my Pepsi, I look up when I hear laughter.

Dear god. They’re here, and they have girls in skimpy clothing with them. Really? They come to Subway like that? Alrighty then.

Luckily, they don’t see me, I pull my hood over my head and finish eating, not wanting to draw attention by leaving. I finish my food and throw my things away, still not facing them. I walk out of the restaurant, with my keys in my hand, already unlocking the doors to my grey Nissan.

I jump in and look through the windshield. Him. Them. Staring right through the glass.

Liam with big eyes. Why I don’t know, maybe because I haven’t come to school in two days.

Niall, grinning at whatever the slut is saying into his ear, but never taking his eyes off mine.

Louis. Smirking at me, he stands up and everyone else does, but not Harry.

Harry- He looks through the glass giving me one of the scariest looks I’ve ever seen. I’m fearful of him and the things he can do. He slowly stands up, never breaking eye contact. He turns and walks out the door.

I know the boys won’t pull anything in public, not this public anyway. They all come up to my car, except the girls who get back into theirs.

“Sam, what a surprise of seeing you! Didn’t I say I would see you at school?” Louis growled the last part at me.

Liam jumped in the conversation. “As I recall correctly, you weren’t at school. Not yesterday or today.”

“You are to go straight home. We will be there soon. If you are not there” Harry took a deep breath in before finishing his words, “The lord will not even be able to save you from what will come to you when we do see you again.”

“Do. You. Understand?” Niall whispered the words slowly in my ear, but ever so cruelly at the same time.

I nodded my head, looking down at my lap, not wishing to look at my abusers. They back away from my car and get in theirs. I pull out the parking lot, and make my way back home.

Once inside I sit down in the couch. Shaking. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fearful in my entire life. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I was more scared than I was when I went into foster care. When I lost my mom. When I had to leave everything I ever knew behind. When I started getting bullied. When I didn’t believe I was really going to make it on my own.

I sat on the couch not moving for at least two hours. That’s when I heard knocking at the door. I felt as if the air was knocked out of me. The knocking came again, this time louder. I shuffled my way across the room and to the door.

I pulled the door open, only to be grabbed around my neck by two large, cold hands. My hands flew up to theirs, trying to pry them away, my eyes, clenched shut from the fear of looking into his hurtful eyes- and the pain of course. He backed the both of us up until my back was firmly pressed against the wall.

“Open your eyes right goddamn now.” My eyes, forced open by his words. I looked at him, then around us. He was the only one here.

That very moment, was the moment Harry kneed me in my stomach, over and over and over again. I stopped counting at seven. By the time he finished, I was numb and he was breathing heavy. He stopped holding me against the wall and I fell, yelling out in pain.

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! No one wants to hear that! You cry more than a child!” His words sounded ridiculous.

I stood up, and grabbed the coffee table that was beside me. “You’re a pathetic monster that has nothing better to do with his life than beat up a girl that never did a single thing to him. “ I spat the words out like venom.

“That’s how you feel? Like we J-U-S-T beat on you?” He said the word just like he knew they did more to me, like he wanted me to say everything out loud.

I stared at him. Not wanting to give him the pleasure or whatever he wanted from me.

“Well, since you seem to think we only hit you, I guess we should start doing a little more. Is that what you think?” Harry smirked at me, tilting his head. With that he turned and walked out of my home.

I wasn’t a virgin, but god no. They wouldn’t do something like that to me. Would they?

Notes

Thanks for reading!
l.b.