Turn for the better

After Frankie and Katie move to London with their boyfriends, at the age of sixteen, the boys decide to make a run for it- not being able to cope with all the pressure of living and working in the big city. After surviving 6 months without them and finally turning 18 the two girls have a turn for the better when they meet a group of well known, well loved lads. Due to being now completely independent, Frankie tries to reject the boys help, and the boys themselves, but she soon realizes that she needs the help. Has she lost the chance of getting some support? Has she lost the chance of finally falling in love again? And is she keeping a secret from everyone?


12. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth

Zayn's P.O.V 

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disrupt your conversation," She said. She looked gorgeous. 

"It's aright," I said. She looked slightly embarrassed. Looking down at her feet, which were both pigeon-toed and fidgeting. 

"I was wondering if I could talk to you Zayn," She said, looking upset and still really embarrassed. I nodded my head. 

"Of course," I said, standing up, looking at Louis. He nodded at me, so I walked over to Frankie. 

"In private," She whispered to me. 

"We'll be back in a minute," Zayn said, turning to Louis. He nodded and rubbed his eyes. I led the way down the hallway and into my room. It was clean so I didn't panic. I sat down on my bed, slapping my hands on my knees as she came in looking around awkwardly. She seemed so innocent and defenseless. She grabbed my beanbag chair and dragged it across the room to in front of where I was sitting and carefully placed herself down onto it. 

"So what's wrong?" I asked cautiously. 

"I wanna start by appologise for my behavior last night," She started, "I was rude and shouldn't have said what I did and I am so sorry if I offended you or upset you in anyway, I was so drunk and should be able to control what I say and do by now." 

"It's not your fault, I filled you up with alcohol and I shouldn't, I was wrong to give you so much drink, I just.. I don't know, but it's not your fault," I said to her trying to explain. 

"It is, but that's not the only thing I need to talk to you about," She said. I was confused what else had happened. 

"What did you mean by I can't do this, if you remember the past you'll understand why I can't do this," She was silent so was I. 

"Zayn, I knew I recognised you but I didn't know where from, you know. Please tell me how I know you," She was begging me now. My head was spinning I didn't want to upset her but she wanted the truth. 

"The whole truth, nothing but it... Please Zayn," She whispered. 

"You were fifteen. You were going out with that guy, he had friends, friends in a gang that I wanted to join," I paused. I could see in her face that she was starting to remember, her eyes were watery, her lip was trembling. 

"Your boyfriend owed this guy loads of money, you did him a favour, I was part of that.." I carried on. 


Frankie's P.O.V

It all came flooding back. 

Flash back: 

"All you gotta do is go in there and have sex with the guy, please babe for me," His voice seemed desperate, his eyes made me melt. I undid the seat belt and grabbed my bag. 

"Good girl," he said slyly, "Call me when your done," He carried on as I stepped out the car and walked towards the house. I was nervous. Before I even reached the house the front door ad opened and Brody walked towards me. I recognised him instantly, he was one of Ashley's friends, the one he owed the money to I think. He was a the gang leader, not the best looking guy I knew but he wasn't bad. He grabbed my arm and dragged me in the house, I knew then this wasn't going to be good. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't exactly experienced. The house was dirty, the bare essentials in it. I wondered who's it was, but that didn't matter at the moment. The walls and floors were grubby, covered in dirt, there wasn't any carpet on the floor and the small amount of furniture there was, were second hand and covered in stains and dirt. The house had a stench that would kill any living thing that came in. The men all started laughing as I walked through the door. One got too excited to quickly, and pushed me against the wall and tried to put his hand down the front of my shorts until one of the others pulled him off of me. I could see a younger boy at the back of the pack, couldn't have been much older than myself. He was silent and looked quite shy. His skin was dark, flawless and his eyes so dark it looked as though it held a thousand secrets. Brody started chuckling to himself. 

"We'll all soften her up for you, then she's all yours Zayn," He hissed and I saw the group of people part so that the boy at the boy at the back could answer. 

"Okay," Was all he said. Brody grabbed my hair and yanked me up the stairs, the other guys, but Zayn all followed. 

"Piss off, I'll yell when we're done!" He shouted at them and they all backed off. Opening a door he threw me in and locked it behind him. He pushed me on the bed and fell ontop of me, growling at me to take my clothes off, as he slid out of his trousers and climbed back on me. I felt his weight push down on me. I didn't want to be here, but I wanted to do it for Ashley. I was brought back from my thoughts by a heavy slap around my face. I looked up to see Brody with a pissed off face. He was now completely naked and was pushing at my legs, I finally gave in and parted them. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer then inserted himself into me. He was rough and fast, it hurt at first, I let out a painful scream. He laughed at me, his monotone wicked laugh. After a while it started feeling good. He carried on for at least an hour. I ached all over, being put into so many different positions an Brody being so rough. As he walked out the door, now fully clothed I heard him say, "You all get five minutes each, I'm timing you,"

I thought it had all stopped until they were lying up outside the door. I was exhausted by the time Brody had finished with me. I knew I had to do it for Ashley though and kept on going. The last guy outside the door finally came in and we were done pretty quickly. I thought it was all over. I'd been at it for nearly three hours. I was outstretched on the bed, breathing heavily, when I heard the door slowly open. I looked up but I couldn't see anyone. I closed my eye- exhaustion. I felt hot air wisp around my neck and my eyes shot open. I tried to push him away but he grabbed onto my arms and pinned me against the bed. I had had enough and wanted to go home. I started to scream so he covered my mouth with his hand and told me to shut up. He soon got to business as tears rolled down my cheek, he was vicious with me and ordered me to do things. If I refused he'd hit me until I did. We were at it for at least an hour and a half, he made me scream out, loud enough for the others to hear. It was the worst two hours of my life- I felt violated and used. For a shy, quiet guy at the back, he was nasty, it was like being in a torture chamber. He left scars on my body, blood dripped from the cuts he cause when I tried to escape. I didn't remember much after he had got up and left. Once I had woken up and dressed myself, I left the room ready to face the mob of men, but as I silently escaped the torture chamber I realised I was alone in the house. That day was one of the worst in my memories, I swore to myself if I ever saw that boy again I would make him suffer as much as he made me suffer. It still haunted me. 


Zayn's P.O.V

I could see in her face that she was remembering. I didn't want her too, I felt guilty, I hated myself for what happened to her. 

"Frankie? Frankie..."I said, trying to bring her out of her memory and back to reality. She looked up at me, I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I looked at the floor in guilt.

"Please.... Please..." I gave up. I didn't know what I was trying to say. She carried on staring at me, as if she was trying to search deep inside too see if the person that hurt her was still there. I gulped.

"It's the truth, I'm sooo sorry," I managed to say. I saw a tear escape,sliding down her cheek, one single tear. It reminded me of how I left her, vulnerable, innocent and one single tear. She got up and run out of the room. She was definitely Louis now. I'm bad for her, however much I may love her. 


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