Damaged ✧JACK GILINSKY

"Broken"

-Luna's POV-

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-Trigger warning- Abuse- Read w| caution!

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I can't sleep, I stayed wide awake staring at the black ceiling getting lost in my thoughts. I felt completely hopeless and numb, the scary thought of never being loved popped up in my head.

I'm completely and utterly hopelessly in love with a man that rather frankly wouldn't care if I was breathing or not, he'd just love to be the reason why I'm not alive. Aren't we all dead in our own way? I'm breathing but I feel dead inside.

I would've never thought that my life would've come down to this, I've always dreamed about my big wedding and my loving husband, but it's all a joke, there is no love in this hopeless world, I've finally come to realized that.

It's almost 6am and I haven't gotten any sleep, I have to pick up Jack from the airport and deal with him, I hate myself enough but he just gives me the specific reasons why I should hate myself. I'm not good enough, never will be.

My phone starts ringing and I close my eyes slowly but interrupted once again by my ring tone, I finally get out of bed walking into the kitchen where I left my phone and answer it not looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello" I say wondering who would call me at this time, I hear shuffling in the background and people talking, it's Jack.

"Where are you, it's 6:30" He says I can hear him clenching his jaw and I look at the time surprised, it's 6:30, where did the time go? I felt tired but I just couldn't sleep.

"I'm on my way" I say picking up my keys and going to put on some shorts, I'm wearing one of Jack's hoodies, he has most of his casual not so intimidating clothes in our apartment, but people rarely see it, he's always wearing suits.

"Hurry the hell up" He spits and I turn off the phone and put on some shades and leave the apartment making sure to lock it, I mean hopefully it doesn't look like I'm naked. Should I change? My thighs do look a little fat and there are some bruises, fuck.

I quickly unlock the door and head towards my closet and put on some jeans and take off Jacks hoodie and put on a oversized supreme shirt and quickly leave the house and I drive to Jack.

Finally reaching the destination I try looking for Jack as I spot him there's paparazzi waiting outside, how'd they know that I Jack was coming home today? How wouldn't they, they're always up in everyone's privacy.

His eyes finally meet mines and my lungs close up, he walks over to me with his luggage and I feel myself not able to breathe, he walks over to me as the paparazzi snap pictures of us, he gets his luggage and puts in the back of the car as I enter the drivers seat.

He's gonna kill me, oh god, he finally enters the car closing the door and I start driving, I didn't want to talk, I don't trust myself at the moment, I'm not ready for what he's gonna say. He can't yell cause people will probably hear and he can't hit me because they will see.

I finally drive out of the airport and drive back to my apartment, he wasn't quiet as the music took over, it was just complete silence. We finally get home and I get out of the car as Jack brings out his luggage and I take some and we talk the elevator, he's still silent, what's wrong with him?

I unlock the house and he brings the luggage to our room and drops it off, and I sit on the couch waiting for him to come out, he's gonna yell at me, he's gonna hit, I can't handle the verbal and physical abuse anymore, but I can't find myself strong enough to leave.

"Are you okay?" I ask completely regretting it as he comes out with his shorts and a regular white tee, god he looks amazing, when does he not? I should've kept quiet, I annoy the living out of him.

He walks over to me as he's gritting his teeth, I get off the couch and back up, I wanna throw up, I want to cry, I can't cry in front of him I'll always assume he'd comfort me but he doesn't, he'll just leave.

"Zayn and Harry eh?" He says smirking as my back hits a wall, I always bring the worst out in him, why does he hate me so much, I never did anything but be what he wants me to be, I had one job, be a good girlfriend and I couldn't follow that simple shit. I am a piece of shit.

"Nothing happened" I say my voice breaking as Jack stands in front of me, I close my eyes waiting for what he's gonna do to me.

"Don't lie to me, you're fucking disgusting" He spits as he yanks me by my hair and throws me onto the floor, I look at the floor as I felt his hand come to contact with my cheek as I felt the stinging pain I held my cheek.

"You're a complete piece of shit" He harshly says as he grabs my arm and and gets me up only to be harshly pushed on the wall, I feel my eyes tearing up, don't cry, just shut up you're gonna make it worse!

"I'm s-sorry" I stutter as he grabs my wrist squeezing it tightly and hitting it against the wall as I hear a crack, I bite down on my lip to control my tears, it hurts, everything hurts, my body, head, and heart.

"Sorry my ass, you're fucking disgusting" He says slapping me again feeling the familiar stinging pain on my left cheek, I finally gave up and cried, I got onto the floor and cried my little broken heart out, I want to die, I'm disgusting.

He's just mad, you did embarrass him publicly with Zayn and slept with Harry.

I want to leave, I'm tired of this.

He's sorry, don't leave him, it's your fault.

As Jack left the room and I went into the bathroom to check myself, there was red bruise on both of my cheeks and some bruises on my arms, my arm was hurting, I should've got the first-aid kit before I came in here.

How much makeup do I have to wear now to cover it up? Why does he do this? Does he enjoy me in pain? He's crazy, I'm crazy for staying here. I could leave but I'd be back again.

I've finally given up on myself.

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