Chapter two
Mariah’s POV
I didn’t want anyone to find me, I curled up into a small ball, tears streaming down my face, I was ashamed, of running off like that, I felt so embarrassed, yet oddly comforted to know that Louis was always going to stick up for me. I wiped my eyes, shaking my head, I went to my locker, I opened the door and fished out my mirror, I started to re-do the makeup on my jaw, I wiped away the old application and re-applied, I quickly rid of my panda eyes, my cat flicks completely ruined, I shrugged, then looked at my jaw again, a hand rested on my shoulder, I jumped looking in the reflection of the mirror, it was Louis.
I took a ragged breath, I turned to face him, he quickly pulled me into a tight hug, I felt the tears well in my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his waist, “I’m sorry….” He whispered, I looked up at him, “You’re sorry for sticking up for me?” I whispered, a tear streamed down my face, he smiled, wiping it away with his thumb, “of course not… I’m sorry for causing that disruption…” I hugged him tighter, “you’re forgiven…” of course I could forgive him, I had these mixed feelings for him, I wasn’t sure if I liked him or I loved him… I just didn’t know. I closed my eyes, inhaling his charming scent; a thought suddenly occurred to me, why was he being so nice? Why was he looking out for me? Before I could ask any of these questions, Louis was torn out of my grip.
Dale stood there, holding onto his shirt, “DALE! LET GO OF HIM!” I yelled, Dale just ignored me, “Don’t touch her… she’s mine!” Louis smirked, “seriously? You use her as a punching bag and you won’t even let a friend hug her?” It felt like a knife was just driven into my stomach, he only considered me as a friend… you should’ve expected this Mariah; I cursed myself, “Dale! Stop it! Please! Just leave him!” I shot at Dale, but it was if I was talking to a brick wall. “I heard what you said to Liam the other day! I know you don’t consider Mariah as a friend! I heard you tell Liam that you have feelings for her!” My jaw dropped, the colour was rising in my face, “she’s my girlfriend!” Dale roared, before swinging a fist, I got in-between the two of them just as I heard feet coming, I felt Dale’s fist come into contact with my nose, “No!” Louis shouted before I fell into his arms, “S’okay! I have taken punches like this before!” I reassured Louis, I blinked my eyes several times, I felt something dripping down my nose, “Oh god, you’re bleeding!” Louis’ concerned voice filled my ears.
I waved it off with the flick of a hand, He helped me stand up, “it’s not like I haven’t taken a beating before Louis! Honestly!” I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, the blood smearing. “But I’ve learnt one thing…. Dale can’t stand the sight of blood.” Sure enough Dale looked at me with disgust, he looked pale, I just laughed, then stumbled again, Louis went to catch me, but I was fine, “You were just a pussy eh? Scared of blood!” I didn’t know what I was saying or who I was saying it to, but Dale just glared at me angrily, “OHMYGOD! Mariah! Are you okay?” Helena’s voice filled my ears; she must’ve been the pair of footsteps I heard, I turned my head towards her, Harry and everyone else following behind them, I rolled my eyes. Dale grabbed my wrist and hissed, “We’re leaving now!” Louis stepped forward but I flicked him away with the wave of my wrist.
I hocked and spat blood all over Dale, it was disgusting, but he deserved it, he let go of me and shrieked out like a little girl, “YOU WHORE!” he shut up as a teacher came in, “What is going on here?” Mr Posy asked, “nothing sir…” Dale muttered, wiping the blood from his hands onto his jeans. I quickly turned my back and wiped away the blood, I turned on my heel and walked away, as I passed Louis, I gave him a grateful smile, I continued walking to the restroom to clean myself up. I ran water over my hands, washing away the blood; I then started to work on my nose. Someone entered; it was Helena, “Hey… You okay Mariah?” she asked me innocently, I nodded, smiling, without realising I washed away the makeup on my jaw, Helena gasped at the black and blue bruise.
“Did he do that?” she whispered, I shook my head lying yet again, “but I saw him just hit you out there!” I shook my head, “he went to punch Louis, I just got in-between at the last moment.” That was the truth; I guess I was protecting Louis, in an odd way. “Then how did you get the bruise?” she narrowed her eyes, looking me up and down, “I rolled out of bed and smashed my jaw on my bed side table.” I lied smoothly, she gave out a sigh of defeat, she wasn’t sure if she believed me or not. “Look, Mariah you can tell me anything, I care about you okay? I hate seeing you hurt, please, just stop sticking up for a jerk like him and go to the police or something. He is abusing you… you may lie and I may believe you for a while, but still, if he actually is hurting you, please, just tell someone….” With that she left the bathroom.
I looked at my hideous bruise on my jaw sighing, I wiggled my nose and winced, it wasn’t broken or anything, maybe just bruised, my hair was all over the place, I shook my head again, I tried to fix it, knowing that it wouldn’t entirely work. I shrugged my shoulders, not really caring, thoughts clouded my mind, I began to think about what Dale was going to do to me, I shuddered, Goosebumps prickled all over my body. I lifted my hoodie and shirt, viewing the disgusting bruises on my stomach. Peeking from underneath my jeans, I saw a few scars from cutting, I pursed my lips, thinking and thinking, not sure about what just happened, I mean, Dale had said something’s, but I couldn’t remember much of it, they were lost by the adrenaline of the moment.
I quickly rushed back to my locker and began my work on my bruise, hoping no one saw. I slammed the locker door shut and headed for my next class, I was glad my nose had stopped bleeding, I entered my classroom, all eyes were on me, I blushed, hiding my face, I was pretty sure everyone had heard about what had happened at lunch, gossip spreads around this school like a wildfire. I sat down next to Helena, she just kept her head buried in her work all lesson, not even bothering to talk to me, she was obviously pissed. All because I won’t tell her what Dale does to me, but this isn’t her battle to fight, neither is it’s anyone else’s. I groaned heavily as time itself seemed to slow down, slowly torturing me, telling me that there is no escape from this hellhole.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally chimed, letting us know it was time to get the hell out of here. I went to my locker, shoving my homework in my bag, I swung my bag over my shoulder, a hand entwined with mine, I frowned and looked up at Dale, why was he being so nice all of a sudden? I felt my eyebrows still knitted together when he asked me if I was okay, then he apologised for hitting me this afternoon. This sounded nothing like Dale, he offered to take my bag for me, I shook my head, he stopped smiling glaring in anger, I knew it was just a show, but as quick as you could blink he smiled again.
He put me in the car and sped away, the drive home was silent, he didn’t say a word, but the smile had fallen off his face, I huffed and crossed my arms defensively across my chest, I stared out the window, I saw my street but he just drove right past it, panic gripped my throat, “Dale… You missed my street…” I tried to sound calm and in control, he hissed as he had to stop at a red light, “You’re not going to your home tonight…” I gulped, he was taking me to his place, I knew his parents would be out tonight, he was going to hurt me again. He pulled up at his house, turning the engine off; he got out of the car and instructed me to get out. When I didn’t get out, he thrusted the car door open and pulled me out by my wrist. He opened the house door then smashed me against the wall, his hot breath lingering on my face. He aggressively smashed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I pushed him away from me; I wiped my mouth and glared at him. “What was that for?” I scowled, “can’t a boyfriend kiss his girlfriend?” he said sweetly, but there was sarcasm behind it.
He smashed his whole body against me, yet again, shoving his tongue down my throat; he roughly moved his hands up my sides. I yelped as he accidently pressed down on one of my bruises. He mumbled something against my lips. But this all felt wrong, he started to slide his hand down my pants, I pushed him away immediately, he glared, “this is what you want!” I could tell from his voice it was a rhetorical question, he grabbed me roughly, yet again, he came crashing down on some bruises, I winced, but that didn’t stop him. Dale sent coarse kisses down my neck, I frowned, he then smashed his lips against mine, I tried to push him away, but he had me pinned against the wall.
“Dale!” I tried to warn him, but the words never came out as he yet again jammed his tongue down my throat, “Dale! Stop!” he stopped, “why are you doing this?” I felt my lips begin to swell from the aggressive kissing, he didn’t answer my question, he just grabbed my wrist and dragged me away, he threw open his bedroom door, throwing me onto his bed, his eyes had gone dark with lust. I gulped, Dale punched on top of me, I tried to scream out but he silenced me by clamping a hand over my mouth, I felt a tear stream down my face, was he going to rape me? He softly trailed kissed along my jaw line, I jerked away when he kissed my bruise. This was all so painfully wrong, I didn’t want to lose my virginity to him, also if he was forcing me too. He wiped away my tear frowning, then whispered, “this is all going to be fine babe!” then he removed his hand replacing It with his rough lips.
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Louis’ POV
I missed my chance after school to check and see if she was okay, I still felt embarrassed, she knew how I felt about her now, but honestly, that was the least of my problems, when I asked Helena if she was home with her, she had told me that she hadn’t been home yet, the only thing that crossed my mind was that Dale had taken her to hurt her. Helena had invited Harry and I over for a movie night, she had hoped that Mariah had been there, I knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to set me and Mariah up, but as if Mariah would choose me.
I sat awkwardly on the end of the couch as Harry and Helena cuddled, it was nearing eleven at night, I was worried about Mariah, suddenly the front door shut closed and someone ran upstairs, I heard sobbing, “I’ll go check on her..” I offered, getting up and leaving Harry and Helena in peace. Her bedroom door was open, I heard her sniffling, I knocked gently on the ajar door, Mariah quickly wiped her eyes, then croaked, “Come in…” I walked in, sitting next to her on her bed, “hey… Are you okay?” I whispered, she nodded her head, “I’m fine…” I frowned, “then why are you crying?” she shrugged her shoulders, “Dale and I had an argument…” I raised my eyebrows, “did he hurt you?” I said through gritted teeth, she shook her head, but I didn’t believe her, I wrapped one arm over her shoulders as she rested her head on my shoulder.
I kissed the top of her head, whispering comforting things, “Helena’s been worried,” I sighed, Mariah nodded, “want to come down and watch the rest of the movie with her and Harry?” she shrugged her shoulders, “come one, it will take your mind of that fight you had with Dale.” I tried to sound encouraging, Mariah muttered something, which I don’t think she meant for me to hear, “being with you makes me forget about Dale entirely.” I smiled, we went downstairs, entering the living room, Helena gave us a look, but then buried her head into Harry’s chest, We sat at the other end of the couch, I wrapped and arm over Mariah’s shoulders, she rested her head on my shoulder.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry wiggle his eyebrows at me, I shook my head smiling, Helena was giving us the googly eyes, I laughed inside, I looked down at Mariah, her tears were dried, she was actually smiling, I beamed, I was happy to see her smile. Once the movie was ended, Mariah was sound asleep, Harry and I carried her up to her bed, I looked in one last time before closing her door, “Thanks for having us over Helena!” I said to her, before giving her a bear-hug, Harry kissed her goodbye, “it was my pleasure! I hope to see you guys tomorrow!” she sounded so happy and bubbly; she closed the door, leaving us. The night was cold, “come on mate! Let’s get you home…” Harry clapped me on the back before advancing forward.
I rolled my eyes, I started to think about why Mariah was crying, she said Dale and her had gotten into an argument of some sort, but she was trembling, she was crying her eyes out, I couldn’t help but think it was something more than a stupid fight….
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Mariah’s POV
I was having a peaceful sleep, no nightmares, but it was ruined when someone started to call my phone, I picked it up, it was Dale, I immediately pressed ignore. But he still sent me a text message, I sighed and read it.
“Hey babe! I’m sorry about this afternoon! I know I got carried away, but I was glad that you punched me to stop me. I didn’t know what took over my body, but I was hoping that maybe, you could meet me in the park tomorrow? Look your best, my friends are going to be there….
-Dale”
I slammed my phone down, tomorrow was Saturday, but still, I didn’t want to go, if I hadn’t punched him, he would’ve raped me, but I knew I had to show up tomorrow, he wasn’t going to do much, especially if his friends were going to be there. Also, Dale had said he was sorry, but I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not, I looked at my bedside table clock, I read the time, it was 2:34am, I groaned, knowing I won’t be able to sleep again. I got up the horrible memories flashed in my head, him trying to rip my clothes off, my right hand began to twitch, I ran into the bathroom. The horrible images filled my head again, I flung open the cabinet and grabbed at my razor, I looked at my wrist then at my hips, he told me to look good tomorrow, that meant wear a dress. I dug the razor into my hip, I felt the thin line of blood stream down my leg, I gasped in relief, it felt so good.
Another flash of horrible memory, another slice, each one getting deeper and deeper, until I dropped to the floor, crying and laughing. I looked at the cuts on my hips; I quickly grabbed a handful of tissues and applied pressure to my bleeding wounds. Tears flowed down my face, but I still was laughing at how low I had sunken. This was the wonderful life of Mariah….
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There we have it my beauties
Chapter two
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