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I fell asleep with her lying on top of me, my cock deep inside her, but now she’s gone, and I’m fucking angry.

Growling when I notice it’s two in the morning, I throw the sheets off and quickly go to the bathroom for a leak before I go find my girl, but I pause at the smear of blood on the floor, and a sweat breaks out.

Cursing, I quickly piss and then run to my walk-in closet and grab some clothes.

I need to find my girl, fucking quick.

27

Perrie

Tears fall as I kick the bag then punch it, left then right, in quick jabs.

I shouldn’t have run out of Ollie’s in the middle of the night. I should have woken him up, but I panicked.

Bile burns my throat, but I swallow it down, hitting the bag harder.

He’s home, he came back to me, and we had the perfect reunion. My whole body is sore, but in a delicious way, and seeing him proved how much I truly love him.

I felt whole, and yet here I am, at Halliwell’s gym, at half past two in the morning, crying my eyes out while hitting the bag.

Austin runs over to me, tackling me to the ground before I can even swing my fist, and I grunt at the impact. He’s suddenly sitting on my upper back, pressing my hands above my head, and he chuckles. “Not so fucking tough now, are you bitch?”

I blink, my heart pounding, my knuckles hurting, but my movements quicken, needing to forget.

Austin’s grip tightens as his brother removes my shorts and panties, and I kick out, screaming, hoping to knock him off and get someone’s attention.

“Stop, please stop,” I beg with a sob as I hit the bag harder, the memories pulling me.

I bite him hard as I kick my legs, making him growl and grab my hair, lift my head, before slamming it on the concrete floor.I groan in pain as Franky parts my legs and thrusts inside me. Sharp shooting pain hits, and I scream out again, Austin once again covering my mouth.

“Fuck, Aus, she’s a virgin, or was….” Franky laughs, and tears fall as he thrusts into my dry entrance, taking my virginity.

I feel Franky come inside me, and everything in me stills as my horror takes over.

My breathing gets heavy. A perfect night with the man I have loved since before I even grew breasts, and I wake to the memories, the nightmares.

I could feel their hands on me again, the pain as they tore through my innocence.

God, I just don’t understand why I’m having them again. I didn’t panic having Ollie’s weight on me, I didn’t even flinch when he came inside me. So why the stupid nightmares?

“Fuck, you have to feel how tight she is, brother; her blood coating your cock is an amazing feeling.” Franky grunts, and I thrash again, not willing to allow it to happen again.

I squeeze my eyes tight and fall into the bag, hugging it, my tears uncontrollable.

When I woke up, breathing hard and sweaty, I was still on top of Ollie, his member still inside me, and I carefully climbed off him before bile rose, and I realized we never talked.

He’s told me so much of his childhood, his trauma, and yet he has no idea I was a cutter, that I had an abortion….

Maybe it was my subconscious that caused the nightmares, because I hadn’t told Ollie the truth.

I ended up running into his bathroom, only to slip and cut my arm on the corner of the counter. The pain made the bile dissipate, and the pull to grab something sharp consumed me, so I panicked.

I quickly grabbed my gym gear, which was still in the messed-up kitchen, and ran.

Franky grins down at me as his brother rapes me hard and fast, brutally thrusting as punishment, and I go still, my body going cold, allowing them to get it over with, already feeling the wetness that I can only assume is blood on my thighs.

I grip the bag, my breathing becoming erratic. Compared to Ollie, I had it easy, yet I ran out on him.