You're Doing It Wrong (YN) [Sequel]

Before You Read The Book

A/N: This isn't the start of the book, this is little scenes in between both books Hooked: Good Intentions & this book You're Doing It Wrong (Yn)
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Also I was quite young when I wrote this so if you're looking for something more exciting and action packed take yourself over to my new book 'London Made (Urban)'

Yn's POV:

I rested my head on Chris' hospital bed, my faith decreasing day by day. Can he just wake up already?

Joshua's POV:

I slipped into Chris' hospital room without Yn noticing, knowing she needed comfort. I sat down beside her and placed my hands around her waist.

Yn's POV:

I turned around to Joshua and repositioned myself so I could lay on his chest.

"It's been two years since the incident, why hasn't he woke up yet?"

Joshua looked at me with sorry eyes, he knew I blamed myself for all this. Tears were released once again, staining Joshua's t-shirt with mascara.

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Yn's POV:

"Babe?"

"Yeah?" I replied, distracted by the jewellery in the shops surrounding us

As I peered round I noticed him on one knee

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking down

"Yn, marry me?" He asked sweetly, holding the ring up to my face

I slightly nodded, but this ain't what I want...

He sprung up and kissed me before placing the ring on my finger.

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Yn's POV:

"When I asked you to marry me why didn't you answer?" My "fiancé" yelled

I kept my mouth shut and continued rearranging my make up

"I'm talking to you" he said before smacking the make up bag I was holding onto the floor, exposing all of its content.

My body temperature started rising immediately but I remained quiet.

He slammed his fist down on the desk in front of me and grabbed my hands.

"Bitch, I'm talking to you"

I closed my eyes and braced myself for what was going to happen next.

"So you can't hear me nah?"

"And you wonder why the fuck I didn't answer you, you don't deserve me"

I instantly felt a stinging sensation on my cheek, my blood pumped violently, I stood up and went to slam the door but he grabbed me, throwing me against the wall.

I gripped onto the wall and pushed myself up whilst he watched my closely.

I took off my engagement ring and ran to the toilet locking myself in. I dropped it into the toilet and flushed it away.

"Yn" he hissed, breaking down the door

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Me and Joshua sat across from each other, he leaned over and grabbed my hand

"Yn, you know I'm sorry" he began

"It's fine, I forgive you"

"Do you think we could ever go back to being us?" He asked

I wanted him so badly, but I'm someone else's fiancée, I'm getting married in a couple months and there's nothing I can do to change that.

"Joshua, I'm getting married" I said before sliding him an invitation and getting up out of my seat

"I'm sorry" I confessed before leaving him

I miss him...

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My phone constantly buzzed under my pillow, I looked over at my sleeping fiancé and took my phone from under my pillow.

Joshua had texted me multiple times, he asked me questions about my wedding day and my soon to be husband and I replied honestly.

I rolled out of bed and tiptoed downstairs, I dialled Joshua's number.

"Joshua, I'm scared..."

"Of what?"

"I'm getting married to an abusi-

"Don't even finish that sentence, Yn, I would kill for you, I love YOU, come back to me"

I heard heavy footsteps and panicked.

"I've got to go" I said before putting the phone on the floor

My fiancé grasped my neck and squeezed tightly for a few seconds before letting go, I gasped for air and coughed loudly.

"What have I told you about sneaking around?" He asked, smirking

I looked down at the ground and he yanked my hair before powerfully punching me, every punch caused me to wince in pain louder and louder, the vase that once stood on the table tripped over and smashed masking my screams.

I knew Joshua heard it all... I needed him to save me.

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He barged through the door before falling onto the ground, his blood covered face marked the floor severely

I slowly made my way to the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit we kept, I kneeled by his side and applied pressure to his wounds enjoying the suffering he was undergoing

Who's the bitch now?

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Now read the story and these scenes will start to make sense.