Too Many Secrets
Chapter 17
I crawled to the corner of the bed. I quickly picked up the sheet and covered my body. I had tear stains down my cheeks and my eyes felt sore. Channing pulled up his boxers and slipped on grey sweats. He had no shirt on and bent over to get something from the floor.
"Here," he tossed me his red shirt. It hit me in the face and I angrily threw it back on the floor.
"Fine, then. Be a bitch," he walked into my bathroom and shut the door.
I calmed down my tears and sat up from the bed. I stood and walked to my dresser and opened it to find my pyjamas. I slipped on *shorts and a tank top* and grabbed my brush. I dragged it through my hair and only thought back to a few minutes ago.
How he gripped my wrists so tightly and thrust into me roughly. How he bit his lip so tightly and smiled at my tears and moaned at my sobs. I brought the brush to my nose and tried to keep in my tears. I took a deep -and shaky- breath to regain my composure. It was late, about 9:00.
He had used me more than once. Against my will.
I knew Colbie was in the guest room and I had heard the front door shut awhile ago meaning the guys had left. I heard the shower stop and hurried out the door before Channing could stop me. I looked to my right and saw Charlotte's door closed. I turned left and walked to Colbie's door.
I entered without knocking and found her passed out on her bed. She still had on her jeans from the plane. I kicked her bed and she didn't move. I slapped her cheek a few times and heard a groan. She looked up through her eyelids, squinting up at me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her until she sat up right.
"Oww," she groaned.
"Are you out of your FUCKING mind?!" I whisper shouted.
"What are you talking about?"
"You brought Channing here like it's no big deal. We both know it's a huge FUCKING deal, Colbie!"
She took a breath and looked at me apologetically. "Charlotte called me," she started. "She asked if I wanted to visit. Channing was at my house, too. He wanted to know if I had been talking to you because you hadn't been answering his calls. Charlotte heard his voice and wanted to talk to him. They talk, blah blah blah, next thing you know, he's telling me he has to go home to pack."
I ran my hands through my hair. I could hear footsteps nearing us and Colbie rolled back over to sleep. Her hangover was probably now taking a toll on her. Channing entered the room.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" He leaned against the door frame.
"I-I was just-" I stuttered.
"Keeping me company in bed," he interrupted. He walked away before I could respond.
I pushed Colbie's hair out of her face and kissed her forehead gently. She slightly smiled at the small ounce of heat my lips gave off. She snuggled into her blanket more and cuddled her pillow.
I walked into my room to see Channing watching television. It was a fighting movie that Sean Faris starred in. His shirt was off and his eight pack of abs showed clearly. I blushed at the scene in front of me. It reminded me of all the times Harry had said he'd never get the perfect abs. I giggled at the memory and sat down on the bed.
"So you can laugh at another mans body, but you cry like a bitch when I show you how I much I love you," Channing said angrily.
I turned to him with an annoyed face. "That isn't love."
"Yes it is. I take time out of my day to show affection-"
"I didn't ask for you to be here! You wanted to! Sex isn't affection, Channing! Making love is affection. Kissing me softly is affection. Telling me how much you love me is affection!"
"I TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!"
"BUT YOU DON'T MEAN IT! YOU NEVER DO!"
I felt more warm water roll down my cheeks. I wiped them quickly as I didn't want him to see them.
"Stop crying! You always cry! I should have listened to what everyone was telling me about you…" he trailed off and mumbled his last sentence.
"What Channing?! What did they tell you about me?!"
"That you were a whore! That-that I was dating a slut who opened her legs for anyone who threw a bone!"
I cried at his words. I stood and ran out of the room. I sprinted down the stairs and out the door. It was cold outside and the wind blew my hair back. The cold air traveled through my throat, making it dry.
I ended up at the door I was looking for and breathed heavily. I had traveled a few miles and the tears had reached my ears because of the wind.
I knocked on the door, keeping in my sobs. I waited as I heard heavy steps. The door was answered and he looked at me in surprise.
"What are you doing here so late?"
“I needed to talk to someone, Niall.”
"Here," he tossed me his red shirt. It hit me in the face and I angrily threw it back on the floor.
"Fine, then. Be a bitch," he walked into my bathroom and shut the door.
I calmed down my tears and sat up from the bed. I stood and walked to my dresser and opened it to find my pyjamas. I slipped on *shorts and a tank top* and grabbed my brush. I dragged it through my hair and only thought back to a few minutes ago.
How he gripped my wrists so tightly and thrust into me roughly. How he bit his lip so tightly and smiled at my tears and moaned at my sobs. I brought the brush to my nose and tried to keep in my tears. I took a deep -and shaky- breath to regain my composure. It was late, about 9:00.
He had used me more than once. Against my will.
I knew Colbie was in the guest room and I had heard the front door shut awhile ago meaning the guys had left. I heard the shower stop and hurried out the door before Channing could stop me. I looked to my right and saw Charlotte's door closed. I turned left and walked to Colbie's door.
I entered without knocking and found her passed out on her bed. She still had on her jeans from the plane. I kicked her bed and she didn't move. I slapped her cheek a few times and heard a groan. She looked up through her eyelids, squinting up at me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her until she sat up right.
"Oww," she groaned.
"Are you out of your FUCKING mind?!" I whisper shouted.
"What are you talking about?"
"You brought Channing here like it's no big deal. We both know it's a huge FUCKING deal, Colbie!"
She took a breath and looked at me apologetically. "Charlotte called me," she started. "She asked if I wanted to visit. Channing was at my house, too. He wanted to know if I had been talking to you because you hadn't been answering his calls. Charlotte heard his voice and wanted to talk to him. They talk, blah blah blah, next thing you know, he's telling me he has to go home to pack."
I ran my hands through my hair. I could hear footsteps nearing us and Colbie rolled back over to sleep. Her hangover was probably now taking a toll on her. Channing entered the room.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" He leaned against the door frame.
"I-I was just-" I stuttered.
"Keeping me company in bed," he interrupted. He walked away before I could respond.
I pushed Colbie's hair out of her face and kissed her forehead gently. She slightly smiled at the small ounce of heat my lips gave off. She snuggled into her blanket more and cuddled her pillow.
I walked into my room to see Channing watching television. It was a fighting movie that Sean Faris starred in. His shirt was off and his eight pack of abs showed clearly. I blushed at the scene in front of me. It reminded me of all the times Harry had said he'd never get the perfect abs. I giggled at the memory and sat down on the bed.
"So you can laugh at another mans body, but you cry like a bitch when I show you how I much I love you," Channing said angrily.
I turned to him with an annoyed face. "That isn't love."
"Yes it is. I take time out of my day to show affection-"
"I didn't ask for you to be here! You wanted to! Sex isn't affection, Channing! Making love is affection. Kissing me softly is affection. Telling me how much you love me is affection!"
"I TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!"
"BUT YOU DON'T MEAN IT! YOU NEVER DO!"
I felt more warm water roll down my cheeks. I wiped them quickly as I didn't want him to see them.
"Stop crying! You always cry! I should have listened to what everyone was telling me about you…" he trailed off and mumbled his last sentence.
"What Channing?! What did they tell you about me?!"
"That you were a whore! That-that I was dating a slut who opened her legs for anyone who threw a bone!"
I cried at his words. I stood and ran out of the room. I sprinted down the stairs and out the door. It was cold outside and the wind blew my hair back. The cold air traveled through my throat, making it dry.
I ended up at the door I was looking for and breathed heavily. I had traveled a few miles and the tears had reached my ears because of the wind.
I knocked on the door, keeping in my sobs. I waited as I heard heavy steps. The door was answered and he looked at me in surprise.
"What are you doing here so late?"
“I needed to talk to someone, Niall.”
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12/10/13