Holding on to what I have

Layla looks like any other teenage girl, she's pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She's smart and has plenty of friends. But that's just the outside, on the inside she's breaking. Her parents just got a divorce and she lives with her dad who abuses her. Her mom just moved to London, Layla has had enough and she runs away and goes to her mother's house. While she's there she runs into the one and only Zayn Malik. She becomes friends with hum, but it seems like there is a romance brewing between him and her. Will she be too scared to let him into her life? Or will she finally open up to someone and let them in, let them help her with everything that has happened.


22. Pain

I woke up the next morning and stretched, I yelped in pain when my brought my arm down and it barley touched me head. I looked at my arm and saw that the bruise was bigger and really purple. I got up and went to the bathroom so I could really see it. It was all purple and black, it was the exact shape of a hand. My father's hand, i fell to the floor crying. There was no way I was going to move on from him. Ever.

I sat there crying for a long time when I heard the front door open. "Layla?" I hear Jordan call. I hear her run around and finally come to me room, since I left the bathroom door open she see's me in the bathroom and runs over to me. "Zayn told Harry what happened yesterday after we left. Layla, I'm so sorry. I should have known when I saw him slap you that one time that it wasn't the first time he did that and it wouldn't be the last."

I didn't respond, I just kept crying. "Layla, please stop." But I couldn't I was shaking and all I could do was point to my phone. She grabbed it and tried to give it to me. I shook my head, and wouldn't take it. I kept my hands over my face and continued to cry.

She walked into my room and I heard her call someone. "Hey, I'm at Layla's flat and she's in the bathroom crying. She won't talk and she pointed to her phone, I assumed she wanted me to call you." She paused for a minute, letting the other person speak. "Yeah, she won't talk at all." "Okay, get here as soon as you can, thanks."

She walked back into the bathroom and knelt beside me,  "I called Zayn for you. Is that what you wanted?" She asks me, she used a voice that you would normally use for a child. I was behaving like a child. I nodded my head and continued to cry. Jordan wraps her arms around me as I shake, "It's alright. I'm here for you." She moves her arm a little bit and it hits my bruise. I scream in pain and fling myself away from her and hit my head on the sink. 

She runs over to me and picks my head up and puts it on her lap, "I'm so sorry Lay, I forgot about your bruises." I whimper but continue to cry. The spot on my arm burns, it feels like someone put a bag of charcoal on it and left it there.

After a while I hear the door open again and I feel another pair of arms wrap around me. Their hands miss my bruise and then I'm being lifted. I lift me head up a little to see Zayn carrying me over to me bed. He sets me down and puts me under the duvet. "Shh, it's alright Lay. He can't hurt you anymore. He's gone, I'm going to protect you." He rubs my back, I stop shaking but continue to silently cry. "Let me see your beautiful face." He says as he moves my hands away.

I pull my arms by my side and close my eyes tight. "She won't talk." Jordan says. I can feel her sit down on the bed. 

Zayn pulls me close to him, so I'm sitting in his lap. He rocks me back and forth, "Lay please look at me." He pleads. I shake my head. "Please?" He begs. I sigh and open my eyes. I find him staring at me, he wipes away my tears. "There you go, now I can see your pretty eyes."

I give a small laugh, and wince in pain. My ribs hurt so bad. "What's wrong?" Jordan asks. 

I put my hand over my side and spread my fingers across the spot where my father kicked me. I roll over and curl up into a ball. "Let me see it." Jordan says. I slowly pull up the side of my shirt and reveal the bruise. I hear them both gasp.

"Layla, I'm so sorry." Jordan says. She starts to cry as well, She gets up and leaves the room. On her way out I hear her whisper, "This is all my fault."

"Why does everyone blame themselves?" I ask Zayn. "It's my fault. I was to weak to go to the police the first time he hit me. It's my fault." I say.

Zayn leans close to me ad brushes my hair back, "It's no one's fault but your dads. He did this, and he is going to pay. Your mum told me that he got caught drunk driving last night."

"Oh." Is all I say. I don't know what else to say.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asks me.


"Come on." I feel Zayn pick me up and he carries me out to the den. He sets me on the couch, "I'll be back. Stay here."

"As if I can go anywhere." I laugh

"You know what I mean." Zayn smiles. I see him disappear into the kitchen, and moments later he comes back with an apple. 

"Here, eat this." He says handing it to me.

I take a bite of it and spit it out, "My jaw hurts to much." I whimper. 

"Let me look at it." He turns my head in his hands so he can see the other side of my jaw.

"Layla, he really hurt you."

"This isn't half as bad as some of the things he used to do."

"Layla! I'm so sorry!" He pulls me into a hug, I rest my head in his shoulder. I hear a knock at the door.

The people come in and I slightly turn my head to see who it is. "We are here and we brought food!" I hear Niall say. I see Niall, Harry, and Liam stop in the doorway of the den.

"Okay, break it up you two love birds." Harry says. I laugh.

"So how are you feeling?" Liam asks me sitting down next to me. I let go over Zayn and turn to him, I wince when I turn because the skin on my side stretches.

"Really sore." I say.

"I can't believe that you own father would do that to you. I will never understand people who abuse their children." Liam says. I see Harry walk down the hall and Niall walks over to me.

"Here." He says handing me a bag. I open it and see some apple sauce, juice, and other foods.

"Thanks." I say with a smile. 

"I'll be right back." I say and get up. Zayn reaches up to help me but I brush away his offering. I head towards the kitchen to put away some of the food. I open the fridge and put away the juices but keep one out. 

When I close the fridge I look up and see Harry standing next to me, "Hey can I ask you something?"

"Um, what about?"


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