Sick Little Games


17. More Lies


I remember all of it. I was too weak to even protest and also, being smart, I knew that trying to get away would just be worst in the end. When I think about it… I was really lucky back there. He didn’t get to do… what he wanted to do. He was lifting my dress up when one of security guys from the club came out. I’ll never forget what he said to me just before he ran off. ‘Next time, I’ll fucking finish you, Isaacs.’ The guy from the club tried to talk to me but I couldn’t even listen to him. I just took my bag and walked away. My lip was bleeding, I was crying and I was fucking freezing. I walked for so long without even knowing where I was actually going. I didn’t even know what was going on in my head. I kept seeing these images of him, hitting me and forcefully kissing me. I could barely breathe. My entire body was shaking. My legs felt suddenly really weak so I decided to just sit by the side of the sidewalk. Even though it was late, there was still people on the street and they were all giving me weird looks. Maybe it was because of the blood all over my face but maybe also because I was crying like there was no tomorrow. I was just sitting there, crying and wishing I could just fucking disappear from the face of the earth. I reached for my phone in my purse and sighed as I saw that it was now 3:34 AM and the 8 missed calls, they were all from Louis. I wanted to go home but I really didn’t feel like taking the train… Especially looking like that. I knew I couldn’t call Louis. He would freak out and try to go after JJ to kill him. He was so dramatic about everything. Zayn and Niall were probably drunk and having fun at the moment… Harry was probably getting laid and he probably wouldn’t give a fuck so… My thoughts drifted to the only person I knew would help me and be reasonable about this. I slowly dialed Liam’s number and waited nervously for him to pick up. He was my only hope.

“Hey, Skye! You’re calling a little late, don’t you think? ” Liam said, laughing a little. He sounded like he was having a good time. I was feeling so bad about calling him.

“Oh… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have called- ” I said, my voice shaking like mad.

“Hey, are you alright? ” Liam said, alarmed by the tone of my voice. I couldn’t even hold back my tears. I started crying again.

“Liam, can you please come pick me up? ” I said, sobbing loudly. I usually never wanted to cry infront of everyone, especially the boys but right now, I couldn’t even hold anything back.

“Calm down, love. Of course, I’ll come pick you up! Where are you? ” He sounded more worried than ever. I felt to bad about it. I hated to make people feel bad about my problems. I suddenly realized I didn’t even know where I was. I sighed very loudly as I was looking around, searching for a street name to give to Liam.

“I’m infront of the McDonald’s on Victoria Street. ” I said, my voice was still shaking but I managed to finally stop crying.

“Alright. Stay where you are. I’ll be there soon, I was in London at my cousin’s flat anyways so it shouldn’t take long. ” Liam said quickly and hung up just after. I sighed as I buried my face in my hands. I was so relieved that he was coming to pick me up. I really didn’t feel like taking the train and walking all the way home. As soon as I closed my eyes, the images of JJ all over me came back. If that man wouldn’t have come out of the club, JJ would have probably had is way with me. Maybe it was karma sending me a message… I’m not a good person. I’m a bitch and I hurt people. Maybe I deserved it…

I don’t know how long I sat there, just thinking about everything that just happened but Liam finally texted me saying he was almost there. I slowly got up and hoped that I didn’t look too scary. I was so eager to leave that alley back there that I forgot about the blood all over my mouth and neck… I probably looked like a fucking idiot who was dressed as a trashy vampire for a lame costume party. Liam’s car finally pulled up just infront of me, I didn’t wait any longer since I was freezing. I opened the door and jumped in right away. I didn’t even get to open my mouth to talk that Liam was already screaming in terror.

“What the fuck happened to you!? ” Liam said, gesturing towards my bruises and my bloody face. I immediately looked down at my hands. I was too ashamed to even look at him in the eyes.

“It doesn’t matter… Can we just- ”

“We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what happened, Skye. ” Liam frowned, glaring at me. He wanted to know the truth, yes, I understood that but… I didn’t want anyone to know to be honest. I just wanted to go home, go to sleep and pretend like this awful night never happened.

“I got in a fight with some girl at a club, ok? She got pissed at me because I snogged her boyfriend… ” I said, trying my best to sound convincing. Liam sighed and gently stroked my hand.

“Do you want to go to the hospital? ” He whispered.

“No, I’m fine. ” Liam gave me skeptical look. I hated lying like that. I hated how I always found myself in situations where I had to lie all the time. I was so tired of this. I was so tired of the lies.

“Are you sure? I can wait with you if you want to go- ” Liam began but I cut him off just before he could say anthing else. I had absolutely no intentions of spending the night waiting in an emergency room.

“I just want to go home, please? ” I said, with big puppy eyes. I was trying my best to not burst out in tears right here infront of him. He nodded and we finally drove off.

I ran up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door. I was so happy to be at home. I was safe. I was finallysafe and away from everything that could possibly hurt me. I slowly made my way to my bathroom, I took off my completely ruined dress (thanks to my blood for that) and I took off my heels at the same time. I was now infront of the mirror and I was just staring at my reflection. There was a huge cut on my lip. There was dried blood all over my mouth and my neck. My face was all swollen and it looked like I was going to have 2 black eyes in the morning. I looked terrible and I felt even worse. I hold back my tears and took off my underwear and immediately got in the shower. I let the hot water run over my body for awhile without doing anything and then, I started to think about JJ again. It felt like he was still here. It felt like he was still all over me, hurting me and I was so scared that I was shaking again. My legs felt weak so I decided to sat down in the tub because I didn’t want to slip and die. I couldn’t even move or do anything. All I could think about was him, hitting me and trying to touch me in all the places I didn’t want to be touched.

“I deserved it. ” I whispered to myself, as I started to cry.

Maybe if I wasn’t such a whore, it wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if I was nicer and maybe if I was a better person… It was my fault. It was all my fault and I deserved it.

I spent the whole weekend at home… again. This time I had some really good reasons to stay alone since… the events on friday night. Something was making me happy though. During the whole weekend, I had no surprise visits from Louis asking what happened to me or whatsoever. That meant Liam didn’t go and tell the boys about my state when he picked me up on friday. I knew I could trust Liam but it just made me happy to know that he kept his promise to not tell everybody. Anyways, it was sunday and it was also the day my mom was coming back home. It made me nervous just to think about what I would say to her… I know I’d tell her I fought with some random girl at a club but it made me so nervous. Will she believe me? She was my mother after all… What if she pulled that mom power shit where she just knows I’m lying immediately!? I shook these concerns out of my head and decided to go take a long hot shower. I undressed myself and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was so weird to see myself like this. My bruises were looking more horrible than ever. First, my 2 black eyes were all you could see in my face (it was a miracle my nose wasn’t broken). There was a huge bruise on my right cheek, a big cut on my lip with a bruise just under it on my chin. I also had some bruises on my neck and you could clearly see someone strangled me. I had bruises on my ribs too but fortunately for me, no one could see those. I sighed heavily and lazily made my way into the shower.

It was now 1PM and my mom was still not back from her business trip. I even had the time to clean my room, get dressed and straighten my hair and still, she wasn’t home yet. Even though, I really wanted to be there when she’d get home but I was also starving and I decided that it was time for me to go breathe some fresh air. I put on my coat, grabbed some money and my keys and I left. It took me 10 minutes to get into town. As much as I thought I’d be ready to go out, the whole time I was walking, I was being absolutely paranoid. All I could hear in the back of my mind was JJ’s threatening words, over and over again: ‘Next time, I’ll fucking finish you, Isaacs.’. I spent the whole time looking around and behind me. I was so scared. Yes, maybe I was overreacting about this but I couldn’t help it… I was just so damn scared. I was kind of relieved when I got in town, there was people on the streets so I guess it was more ‘safe’ if anything had to happen to me. I finally got to place where I wanted to be. Every teenagers in town always hung out at this little coffe shop on the main street. There’s nothing really special about it but everyone from school is just always there. I do believe that their success is probably due to their fantastic bacon sandwich and their really good coffee but oh well. I got inside and the girl behind the counter almost fainted when she saw me. Wow, I knew I looked like shit and I didn’t bother to wear makeup but she could atleast pretend that it’s not that bad. I smiled a little as I walked towards her. I was about to tell her what I wanted when a laugh I know too well echoed through the whole shop. Of course, I should have seen it coming. The boys were always here too so obviously, knowing my luck, they were here this afternoon too apparently. It sounded like they were in a booth somewhere in the back, luckily for me, my back was turned to them. I managed to quickly tell the girl that I wanted a bacon sandwich to take-out since I didn’t want to hang around here for really much longer anymore. I was just standing there, waiting for the girl to give me my damn sandwich and I was almost shaking. I was so nervous, I didn’t want the boys to see me like this. From their voices and the laughs I could hear, it was Niall, Zayn and… Harry. Of course, he had to be there. The girl finally appeared infront of me with my delicious sandwich in a small brown paper bag and just after I paid her, I was about to ran out of the damn place when a thick irish accent screamed from behind me:

“Oi! Skye, it’s us! Come here! ” I was mentally cursing myself for being so slow. I sighed heavily and took a deep breath. I was just hoping they would believe my big fat lie. I turned around and walked to their booth slowly. Zayn and Niall both gasped really loudly when they saw me. Harry was pretending to be really interested in his piece of cake but he immediately looked up to see what the whole fuss was about.

“What the fuck happened to you!? ” Zayn said, deeply shocked and visibly concerned.

“Shit! Are you alright!? ” Niall said, he sounded just as shocked. I met Harry’s eyes for a second or two. He didn’t say anthing but he looked like he wanted to say alot. He was breathing loudly, clenching his jaw, he looked terribly concerned about me which only made me feel worse.

“I went clubbing on friday and I got in a fight with this girl. It was pretty funny actually, you guys should have seen it! ” I said as I took a seat next to Niall. I laughed a little, trying to make my story more believable.

“How’s the other girl lookin’? ” Niall joked, laughing along with me. It was almost weird how great I was at this. I was there, laughing along to my own lies, even though I was dying inside.

“I broke her nose. ” I said, with a victory smile on my face. Wow, I should consider becoming an actress.

Zayn and Niall laughed and started to ask me all kinds of questions about the ‘fight’. I played along and tried my best to sound like I really didn’t give a shit about it. After 10 long minutes of lying to my best friends, I decided that it was time for me to go back home and cry my eyes out for being so damn scared of telling them the truth.

“I gotta go back home now… My mom is waiting for me. ” I said quickly as I got up and took the bag with my untouched sandwich in it. I waved to the boys and walked away as Niall screamed and I quote ‘Don’t go around kicking the shit out of other girls now, alright!?’ I laughed a little and just as I was about to push the door, someone pulled me back and spun me around. I was now inches away from Harry’s face. He was looking down at me, he looked more devastated than ever.

“What happened to you? ” Harry said sternly. I froze. I hope he didn’t see the glimpse of fear in my eyes but if yes, I was fucked.

“What are you talking about? ” I said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Who did this to you? ” He sounded almost angry.

“I told you! It was some random girl I don’t know at- ” I began but he cut me off immediately.

“I know you’re lying. You’re hiding something. I can see it. ” Harry said, his eyes burning into mine. I scoffed and pushed him away a bit. I hated how he seemed so sure of everthing.

“Why do you care so much anyways? ” I said, with a huge lump in my throat. I don’t know why I was getting so emotinal but I just did and it was extremely embarassing.

“Shut up… You clearly know why I care so much. ” Harry whispered, his fingers gently stroking my bruised cheek. His touch burned on my skin. I hated to admit it but I missed it so much… I missed being with him and… I just missed him completely.

“Look, Harry… I don’t want to talk about it. ” I said quickly as I backed away from him. He didn’t pull me back, he just watched me step away from him, his eyes begging me to tell him the truth but I couldn’t. I smiled at little and pushed the door and left the coffee shop. I sighed heavily as I thought about everything that happened in there. They all believed me, except for Harry and… I just miss him. Why do I miss him? I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it… Am I finally realizing that I have some sort of feelings for Harry Styles? Oh dear god, this is not good.

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