Chapter Nineteen

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I'll try to make this chapter extra long!

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*Julia's P.O.V:*

*Flashback*

(***Btw if you guys haven't caught on, when I write flashback, Julia's dreams are her flashbacks. Except for the one with Niall, that was a dream but unless it says nightmare or whatever, it has already happened!***)

I was falling in and out of consciousness. The room was spinning and I could only make out shapes of things.

As I laid on a bed, I saw a figure moving around the room.

Have I been drugged or something?

I was too scared to move.

Was this a dream?

I heard a voice, but it was barely audible.

My sides hurt and my eye was swollen.

What happened?

How did I get here?

Where am I?

All these questions started racing through my head, making me really nervous.

I opened my eyes again as I felt the bed shift from someone else's

weight.

A body was hovering over my own.

"It's good to see you're awake again, baby."

I knew that voice.

The voice that gives me the chills.

The voice that makes me cringe.

Josh.

I don't want him near me. I don't want him in my presence. I don't even want him on the same planet as me.

That's how much I despise him.

"Go... away." I managed to get out of my mouth. I was slurring words and had utterly no strength. I was as weak as a four year old.

What did he do to me?

He laughed.

"But we love each other, remember?"

Feeling his lips press against my cheek and slowly make their way to my lips, I felt the anger building up inside me.

I had enough.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled and tried pushing him off.

Forgetting that pushing him would be no help at all, he just laughed and pushed me down with more force on the bed.

I tossed and turned and squirmed, trying anything possible to get out if his grip.

My stomach dropped.

I felt a wave of nervousness come over me.

I stopped moving.

I was frozen.

I heard Josh's obnoxious laugh as he pressed a cold, metal object to my head.

"Don't move, or else..."

Scared he would pull the trigger, I obeyed.

Who knew what he was capable of.

*End of Flashback*

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