*Louis POV*

I walk into the car still in a shock about what I saw on Jessica's wrist.

Why would she cut?

"Hey Lou!"

"HELLO NI! I am so fucking glad that you guys decided to come and pick me up!"

"Whoa chill mate."

"How did you wind up at Jessica's?", Harry asked me curiously.

"I was being chased by paps and I knocked on her door. It's not like I knew she was in there."

Liam smirked at me,"What did y'all do?"

"Nothing. We just watched a movie."

"JUST watched a movie?"

"Yes Liam. A movie. On two separate couches. Anything wrong with that?"

When everyone looked away, I muttered to myself, "We could have done more than that..."

"Whoa Lou! The girl you talking about is probably my cousin!", Harry jumped up.

"Oh my gosh, what did he say?", Niall asked excitedly.

"Nothing you have to worry about," I said before Harry had a chance to say anything.

The rest of the car ride was silent. Harry snoozed and the other guys were on their phones.

Should I get her number? No. That would be weird.

I grab Harry's phone and search through his contacts until I find her name. Making sure that no one was watching, I take out my phone and save her number.

Hey. It' s Louis.

Who's Louis?

Silly, I just left your house.

She left me on read and never replied. Did I sound desperate?

*Jessica's POV*

Someone was knocking on the door so hard, I cursed my way to it. And when I opened it, it was my dad. He was not mad, he was furious.

"Dad, are you okay?"

No reply, just panting. Then in one second, he shut the door and I fell on the floor. When I finally felt the pain, I put my hand over my cheek.

"WHAT THE HELL DAD?"

Again, no words, more violence. After about twenty minutes of trying to get away and getting beat, he let go of me.

"LOUIS HUH?! I KNEW YOU WERE SLEEPING AROUND, BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT THEY COME HERE!"

I wanted to speak, but I just stared at him. I don't have anymore fight left in me. It's all gone.

"TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE FACT THAT I AM NOT IN THE HOUSE HUH? YOU LITTLE BITCH YOU! I NEVER RAISED YOU TO DO THIS!"

He slapped me one last time and sent me to my room. Blood all over my shirt.

I am tired of this. I am tired of life itself.

So I cut my wrists even more.

When I don't feel like it's enough, I decide to stab myself. Dad doesn't care, and I am sure no one else does.

So I do it.

Notes

~Ayat