Rosie's POV
I decided it was best for me to clear my mind. I cringed as Niall dabbed my new cuts with alcohol and a cotton ball. Harry stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, biting his lip and staring intensly at me.

"You're not giving yourself to them" he stated, running his hands through his hair. I rolled my eyes, and leaned on the sink with my free arm.

"That's my decision..and I am." I said back, as Niall washed his hands and threw the dirty balls away. He hastily walked out, and shut the door behind him.

"What makes you think we'll let you..." He trailed off, taking a step forward. I stood fully up, and glared up,at him. His height was intimidating...to a normal person..and I'm not that normal...

"Well....I'm nineteen years old and can make my own decisions and El needs help. They all do." I snapped back, getting angry. What makes him think I can't do what I want?

"That still doesn't mean you have to go!" He replied, trowing his hands in the air. I hugged and pushed my lifeless hair back.

I sighed, and rubbed my temples, thinking about something...a compromise. "I have a week. By the end of the week you either figure something out or I go."

"A week! I need more then that!" He exclaimed, slamming his hands on the counter. I brushed past him, and out to Niall's room with Harry on my heels.

"Well that's what you have! Work with it or I go!" I said over my shoulder as I dug through his clothes, pulling out dark blue, almost navy, baggy shorts with white strips on the side and a plain, white v-neck. It smelled like cologne and launders detergent as I folded it and laid it in the bed. I made my way over to his shoes, grabbing a pair of running shoes and socks. Surely everything was too big...but it's better then nothing.

"You can't! I won't let you!" Harry said, pacing back and forth in front of me as I changed.

I slipped the large v-neck in first, admiring it's softness, then the shorts that fell below my knees and were extremely big. I tied a double knot in the little white string on the inside of the shorts, before bending over and pulling on the large socks, that came above my ankle leaving only little skin on my calf visible. The shoes were big, but not too big that I couldn't walk. I tied the laces as tight as can be, before pulling my hair in a ponytail with arubber band. I probably looked ridiculous with this on...but who cares right? I only have a week left to be free...might as well enjoy it!

"Why do you care so much anyway!?" I asked him, standing up. He looked between myself and the ground several times, before storming out of the room.

I shrugged and grabbed my phone and Niall's earplugs before heading out. Niall and Liam were reclined on the couch with their feet elevated on the coffee table, and their hands behind their heads, watching TV, most likely soccer...well I call it soccer. Louis and Zayn were in reclining chairs across from each other with a beer bottle in their hand and beer bottes sprawled around their chairs. They looked drunk, with their heads back, watching the ceiling with wide eyes and pale faces. Harry, no where to be seen.

I ran out of their, before I had to deal with that mess. Leave it to Niall....there's only so much a girl can handle.

I turned my music on and plugged my headphones in, humming to the random songs playing.

You don't need a lot of money
And you don't have to play no games
All I need is all your lovin'
To get the blood rushing through my veins

I wanna say we're going steady
Like its 1954
It doesn't have to be forever
Just as long as I'm the name in your--

I clawed at the hand over my mouth, and struggled in their grasp. I heard my phone crack and shatter on the floor.

I was pushed against the large, metal dumpster in the alley. A fence blocked the ending, and five men stood in use entrance as two held me up. I struggled against them, and felt a sting across the back of my head and my head jerk forward. They snickered, and shoved me against the metal once again, harder, earning a loud crash.

I groaned, and bit down on the hand covering my mouth, tasting blood. He cursed and removed his hand as the other guy jerked me back when I attempted to run. My blood was pumping through my heart that felt as if it was going to come out of my chest. Everything seemed worthless to fight for. So what if I die here? I'm bound to die in that place anyway.

I felt blood tickle down my forehead, along with excruciating pain as he grip my hair, and practically threw me across the alley. Someone else stomped their foot on my stomach, making me grunt and gasp for air cause it knocked the wind out of me, and reach for my pained stomach, only to have my fingers crushed too.

I shrieked as I felt kicks to shoulder and hips, the pain starting to become overbearing. Kicking soon was added to my head and stomach, basically all around my body, making me scream in pain as every kick was harder each time, causing more pain.

Pain...pain. 'Pain, pain, pain, pain, Hurt, pain, more pain' was all I could think or my body could digest. This was the worst pain in my entire life....considering I've never been beaten up this badly. This is obviously God's way of telling me to die...which at this point seems like a pretty good idea.

I fought against my urge not to cry, and let tears flow from my eyes. I began to choke on my own blood as the began to punch my face, and mouth. The pain was now more then overbearing...it was...worse than hell.

I screamed and coughed on blood from my teeth and nose, as they twisted and pulled my hair from my roots, tossing some loose strands on my chest and snickering. I was weak, in pain, hurt. It scared me to think how much it actually hurts.

I screamed as one flipped me over and tugged my shirt up. I felt a sharp pain....the worse pain ever. Ever to live. Ever in my entire life.

The knife glided down my skin, cool and sharp, right next to my spine, cutting my bra strap in half. I clenched my aching fingers into a fist, and punched the ground, causing more scrapes to form and bleed. I ignored it, and squeezed my eyes shut, tears gathering up. The pain was....it's not even pain..it's torture. Is. Intolerable. He picked the knife up, and slashed my shoulder blades many times, earning a piercing scream from myself.

"You'll be with us soon, bitch" he whispered, snickering. He slashed once more, before punching my cut back and standing up.

And with that, a swift kick to the head knocked me out, swallowing me in darkness.

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I slowly opened my eyes, and blinked a couple times. Pain soon came over me, as I tried to move off my front.

Everything hurt.

Everything was sore.

Everything was weak.

Everything was at this point, vulnerable and pathetic.

My life right now is pathetic....lying here in an alley probably in the middle of the morning, helpless and defenseless. I groaned and tired to move. My back screamed,....more like shouted stop. It was too painful right now...I can't move.

My arms and hands had nasty, dark bruises and small scrapes scattered on them, almost completely covering them. I cringed as I imagined my whole body. What will happen? What will Harry say...or Niall...or everyone else? I'm a weakling? I'm stupid? I'm pathetic? What will El ever think? Will she ever even talk to me, because I'm the one responsible for all this?

I gave up on moving everything...it hurt to much.

Maybe I deserved this...maybe this is God's way if saying I should suffer for what I did to El? I can't help but feel like that....now the guilts gone. I'm filling up with pain and sadness and sympathy. If El has to go through this everyday....I really deserve what's coming.

I gave up on everything...my life felt worthless right now, and I can barely move. I can't even help myself in my time of need.

I heard shouting and cracking glass, as it became fainter and fainter....everything going black once again.

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"Careful!" Harry?

"I'm trying!" Liam?

"Guys! Stop yelling!" Niall...

I blinked my eyes open, looking into a burgundy wall. Tall lights were gathered around me, along with chairs. The chairs were empty, revealing their black padded seat and rusted metal holding it together.

I felt a sharp pain and tug from my back. I yelped in pain, and everything stopped. Metal clanked, and chairs fell, only to meet a pair of green eyes kneeling down to my height. I tried to move my head, or my body, failing miserably.

Harry traced his cold fingers over my face and cuts, as tears fell. He frowned and wiped them away, staring into my brown eyes, with nothing but sympathy.

"I'm sorry" he whispered, pushing hair back. I let more tears fall, and they dripped onto the metal table I was lying on. The pillow under my head, soft but firm.

"It's not your fault" I whispered back, shutting my eyes as he continued to caress my face. His warm breath fanned over my nose.

"I'm sorry" Was all he could muster up before pressing his lips to mine.

Notes

Hey guys!!


I didn't want to go to in detail with what happened but...yea. That happened. Poor Rosie. Oh and Who do you think those guys were? (I know..but we'll see what happens hehe n_n)

Anyways....let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!!

Thanks! Bye!! :3