Forever and Always

This is a story about a girl, who hasn't always had the best life....but she meets 5 boys, that pick up the pieces of her broken heart and fix it :)

Warning: May contain swearing and other things...


22. Chapter 21

Liams P.O.V.

I got to work fast. I pulled a cloth out of the box and tore it in half. I then tied them tightly around her arms, above the cuts. My make-shift tourniquet worked. The bleeding was slowing down. I tried to pull her up to wash her arms in the sink, but she was too limp and weak for it to work. So I ran a warm bath.

I looked down at her. I still thought she was beautiful, even in this state. She was so pale though, the blood clearly lacking in her skin. I picked her up and put her into the bath. It was then that I realized that that wouldn't work. The blood was too thick and it was clinging to her clothes. I had to remove them, but I don't think she's going to like it.

I reached for her and pulled her shirt up and over her head, regretting every move. She may have been very dreary, but she still knew exactly what was going on. Her eyes widened in shock and she started thrashing in the bathtub. I had no choice but to restrain her and remove her jeans too. By this point she was still, with tears streaming down her face. I hated myself for having to do this, but it had to be done.

I was not going to remove any more clothing, I had scared her enough already, plus it was unnecessary. I started to wash her arms in the water and soon most of the cuts stopped bleeding. I pulled her out of the bath, put her in a clean spot and dried her to the best of my ability, avoiding dangerous areas.

I put some band-aids over the still-bleeding cuts and them wrapped a bandage around her wrists. I reached over and handed her the food as well as a glass of water.

I turned away from her, grabbed a cloth and using water I ran in the sink, I cleaned up the blood around the bathroom. I even grabbed some bleach from under the counter. Then I drained the water and cleaned the bathtub.

I turned back to her after I had finished. She looked better already. The colour was starting to return to her cheeks and she didn't look so pale. Thank god! I thought to myself.

"Are... are you ok?" I stammered.

"Y-yeah..." She stuttered, looking down in shame. "I'm sorry you had to see that..."

Suddenly I was angry. I don't what caused the change in me, but I felt the anger flare up. How dare she talk about it like it was nothing, toss it over her shoulder like she would a lock of hair.

"Don't feel bad for me, feel bad for Harry having to walk in on that shit!" She flinched. I don't know if it was because of my outburst, or because of my tone but I didn't care. I got up and walked out of the room, slamming the door closed behind me.

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