Francesca’s P.O.V
Joe’s cold hands met my face, leaving a red handprint and making a loud noise.
“I told you not to tell anyone.”
He punched me as I fell to the ground.
“I knew I should’ve tried harder to keep you quiet.” He kicked me as I wept on the ground. “Harry knows about the rapes because you can’t keep your mouth closed.”
Stomping on my face, he crushed my nose that now dripped blood.
“Stop, Joe!” I begged.
He kicked me a couple more times, and then grabbed me by my hair, pulling me off the floor with it.
He yelled a couple of words that I couldn’t make out.
There was ringing in my ears.
My eyes were swollen.
My nose was bleeding.
I was missing a small patch of my hair.
I became dizzy; my head felt like it was going in circles.
His fist once more pounded into my skull, as I dropped to the ground.
Everything went black.
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“Someone call an ambulance!” A man in a uniform screamed, as he pulled me into a chair.
I couldn’t open my right eye, it hurt too much.
Pain filled my body whenever I tried to move my left arm.
I had dragged myself to the police department down the street from my house.
“I’d like to report an assault.” I finally managed to say.
“What’s the name of your attacker?”
I wrapped my right hand around my neck, trying to ease the pain scarring my bones.
“Can you hear me?” The officer asked.
I managed to nod my head although it hurt terribly, making him aware that my hearing wasn't lost.
“Who is your attacker?” He repeated.
My heart was racing, my head was pounding.
Numbness filled my body; pain fluttered up my spine.
“Miss, who is your attacker.” He repeated once more.
I gulped.
“Harry Styles.”
