Chapter 18: black out
"Nothing." and I reached for my jacket to cover it up. Once it was on I turned up the radio and started singing. The song ended and Zayn turned it off.
"What did you do that for?" I asked.
"Explain what happened. Now." Zayn said.
"Well I'm clumsy and I fell and bruised my arm." they didn't believe me. "Ok fine. Scott came to my house before the interview and wanted me back. In the end he punched my arm, but I'm ok." I admitted.
"You don't look ok. When I find this guy I'm going to punch him harder more than he hurt you." Harry said. The other guys nodded in agreement. I convinced them that they shouldn't. They finally gave in. We got out at a fancy restaurant, De Fantasia. (That means fancy is Spanish) I don't remember much. I sat there, laughed when they laughed, and left when they were done. I was dropped off at my house around nine with Louis reminding me that we had our date tomorrow! I went inside and fell down on my bed. I am so tired. I looked at twitter. Wow, 200 more followers! That interview did wonders. I didn't bother to read the comments because I knew there would also be a lot of hate, maybe too much to handle. I could feel myself drifting away so I stumbled around my room and got in my pajamas.
The next morning: I woke up and didn't recognize the bed or celling. I sat up and felt a pang of pain on my head. Where was I? I looked around and started to recall something from the room but it was so distant. That's when I see him.
"What are you doing here." I asked. He just smiled. I climbed out of the bed but he grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and pinned me to the wall.
"What are you doing, Scott?" I asked. He just smiled and pulled a knife out and held it to my throat. I gulped. "Silly silly Taylor, you thought you could just be done with me. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." He sliced the knife on my cheek, hot blood ran down and dropped onto my shirt.
"Hold still. Good now slowly lay back down on the bed." he instructed me. I obeyed and walked back to the bed while being aware that the knife never left somewhere on my body. As soon as I was on the bed he positioned himself on top of me. His face was a centimeter above mine. His breath reeked of liquor. I knew what was coming. He was going to kill me. My phone rang at that time. It was being charged but it was ringing. Scott hesitated. I threw him off and reached for my phone. I answered. I could hear one of the guys asking where I was. A searing pain shot up my leg and I screamed. I heard someone on the phone. All I could say was "Scott............. house.......... knife........... blood.......... help..........." either the line went dead or I died. I blacked out after something fell on me.
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