Jasmine's P.O.V

I tried to move, I tried to scream, but nothing was working. I could feel his hands, one pushing my head to the table and the other on my hips. I could feel him pounding into me, hear his breath. I close my eyes and silent tears fall down my face. I feels like forever, I panic the whole time about Gerard finding out, coming down the stairs and seeing this. I love him.

"Fuck Jaz," I feel him throbbing inside me, he leans over me and kisses me, on the shoulders, the neck, the cheek. "I love you, baby."

I don't say anything back, how could I, I don't love him. I hate him.

"Clean your self up then, stupid fucking whore." he pulls out of me and leaves me.

I want to move, I want to run, right out the door and never come back, I was supposed to be safe here. I wanted to be safe here, safe with Gerard. Thinking of him gives me the strength to move, I walk upstairs feeling weak, I hurt so much down there, and I could feel blood dripping down my legs. Fuck. I go to my bathroom using the door from the hall. I take a quick peak into my bedroom, he's sleeping. Beautiful Gerard asleep in my bed. I run the bath, just the hot tap, I can feel the heat radiating from it when it was half full, but I kept it going until the bath was full, I take off my clothes and throw them into the bin. I never want to see them again.

I lower myself into the bath, and start scrubbing, the hot water burns my skin, but I need to be clean. I take a cloth and start to clean down there, I almost cry out in pain, I'm so fucking sore. I start to cry again. "Stupid fucking whore." I scream and throw myself under the water. I don't want to pull myself up from the water. I want to stay here and die.

The pounding on the door pulled me from my trance, "Jasmine?" I heard Gerard, no. I'm not clean yet. I reach over the side of the bath to the cabinet under the sink and pull out the bleach, I pour half of the bottle in my bath and start to scrub.

"Jasmine, open the door." I could hear in his voice he was worried.

"I will, just give me a minute." I notice the razor blade hidden in a plastic wallet from where I took the bleach. Thank you Frank. Gerard was still banging on the door.

"I swear to fucking God, Jasmine, if you don't open this door in two, point five seconds I'm going to kick it the fuck down."

Drama queen. I stand up from the bath, holding the blade to my wrist and pull it across my skin, tearing it open. I look at the blood dripping down my arm and do the same on my other wrist. I then unlock the door before going to sit back in my bath. It stings my wrists and I scream and Gerard pushes the door open.

"You..Y.." His words wouldn't come out, he looks at me, his big hazel eyes staring into mine, "Stand up."

I do as I'm told, showing him my naked body, hey it's not like it matters anymore, his brother made sure of that. He walks towards me and I flinch, I don't want him to touch me.

He looks hurt, "I'll get Frank."

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