my precious fallen angel

Cams POV
I sat at my make up table, just finishing of my lipstick. I stood up and wobbled in my heels. I haven't worn heels in forever. I used to go out all the time with m girlies Niamh, Shannon and Teya. But Teya has recently moved in with her new boyfriend Patrick and Shannon with Kellin. And Niamh hasn't been out in ages. Im not totally sure why but I think it has something to do with Andy. Andys her boyfriend who she lives with (yep im the only one whos still single) and they are the cutest couple, yet just recently Andys been through a lot of stress. He was in a bad fight, him and a few friends got on the wrong side of this gangsta. Andy was severely injured and one of his friends, lost their life. That was months ago now. Andys not injured anymore, but he keeps having flashbacks to that night. He keeps having panic attacks during the night.
Niamh tries to be supportive but by doing so, she ruining her life. I talk to her over facebook but I haven't seen her in person for months.
She never leaves the house. Andy does, just to go down to the pub, but Niamh doesn't. She stays at home. She wont even go shopping, she orders food online.
The reason I haven't left the house? I don't wont people to notice my cuts. I do leave the house but not very often. ive been feeling really suicidal so I don't see the point.
I left my house and walked over to Niamhs door. I lifted my hand to knock but before I could she swung the door open and locked it behind her. She grabbed my hand and whispered "lets go"
We got to the bar and ordered our drinks. I noticed something different about Niamh. She looked different. She wasn't as curvy as she used to be, she was just, skinny. She had many bruises peaking through her makeup and tattoos. She was obviously hiding something.
I was doing the same thing with my selfharm cuts.
Her personality was different aswell. She was more timid and anxious.
But after a while I got her to open up. And it was just like old times. I turned around to get some more drinks and accidently bumped into someone "Im so sorry"
"Its cool" he says, lifting me to my feet. He was...stunning. He was just so perfect looking. I decided I would start a conversation, I mean I have no man in my life.
I started talking to this stranger and I started liking him even more. His name was Tony and he was reall nice and sweet and cute and funny.
I spent hours talking to Tony before turning back to Niamh who was being felt up by another man, and she clearly wasn't enjoying it. I apologised to Tony before running over to help my friend. Before I got there, Andy did.
Niamhs POV
I knew I shouldn't have come out today. I was been touched and harassed by some creep but I didn't have the inner strength to push him off. I saw Cam running over to help, but before she got here, I saw a hand appear on the creeps shoulder and pull him backwards, making him go flying across the room. I smiled and looked up at my saviour, then my smile went. It was Andy. No, what was he doing here? This isn't his normal pub, I made sure of that. I looked into his cold eyes, he wasn't sober, he never was anymore.He ran across the room and pulled up the creep. One punch. Two. Three. Four. They carried on till their was blood everywhere. I sat down and curled up. I put my hands over my face. Please, make it stop. I was shaking all over. I felt a presence next to me which scared me, till I saw it was Cam. I hugged her and burst into tears.
The next thing I knew, I felt a tight grip on my wrist. Tight enough to draw blood. I was pulled to my feet till I was facing Andy. He stared at me "were going home" he demanded in his deep voice. I was dragged down the streets into our living room. That's were it happened, again.
"What was you doing with him?" He Screamed. "Nothing, I tried to make him stop" I whimpered. "LIAR!" He yelled before slapping me right across the face. That was just the start.
A few hours later, I lay down in bed, body aching all over. It wasn't a surprise though. I had been thrown, smashed against a table, kicked, had chairs thrown at me, slapped, punched, hit with my own heels, hair ripped out and had my face wacked with a baseball bat. I was sure my nose was broken, but I couldn't go to the hostpital. They would ask to many questions, and Im not allowed to leave the house, otherwise Andy will kill me.

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