12. The REAL story.
I held on to Claire's hand as we walked inside. It was unusually quiet. Just as i turned the corner into the living room Harry, Liam, Lou, and Niall jumped up from behind the sofas and started spraying us with water guns. "EEEP!" Claire screamed as she got soaked. I turned my back towards the boys and hugged Claire so they couldn't get her. All they were spraying was my back. After about 2 minutes they gave up. I released Claire and turned around. "Surprise?" Harry said in a questioning voice. Claire was sitting against the wall holding her cuts, the water mixed with the healing cream made it sting. I ran over to her. "Claire are you alright?" I said super mad at the lads. I picked her up and carried her bridal style to the kitchen and set her on the island table. I carefully unwrapped the bandages and got some paper towels to wipe her arms. I carefully wiped them. The boys slowly started to fill in to the kitchen. As soon as they did Claire jumped off the counter and ran into the bathroom.
I slammed the door and locked it. I sat against the door and started crying. It was wrong for me to come here. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to leave and never come back. "Claire open up." Zayn said it a soft soothing voice. I just ignored him. "Claire please. I need to talk to you. And so do the lads." He said sounding hurt. I sighed and got up. I reached for the door knob and took a deep breath. As soon as i opened the door Zayn pulled me into a bear hug. "It's alright Claire. You don't have to tell them if your not ready." He whispered. I thought about it for a moment. "Yeah I'm ready. I'll tell them." I said sounding a little unsure. "Are you sure?" Zayn said still hugging me. "Yeah" i said pulling away. I followed Zayn back into the kitchen. The boys were standing around the island table looking at the bandages and healing cream. "Im really sorry love, i didn't know Zayn was bringing anyone over." Lou said looking at the ground. "It's alright. You didn't know. Im not mad or anything." I said reassuring the boys i wasn't mad. Zayn patted his hand on the table motioning for me to sit on it again. I jumped up and held my arms out. All the boys gasped. I shut my eyes trying to hold back the tears. Sadly one slipped out. Then the next, and then the next. I felt a soft thumb against my cheek. Slowly i felt the thumb wipe away my tears. I opened them still a little blurry i saw all the boys standing in front of me. Zayn was wiping healing cream on one hand. Harry the other. While Lou and Liam were getting the bandages ready. I smiled. I turned my head to see Niall cleaning the floors from all the water. These boys were so nice. But I didn't feel right to be treated like this.
The boys finally finished wrapping the bandages. I picked Claire off of the table and set her on the ground. I grabbed her hand and walked upstairs. We walked into my room. I picked her up and carried her bridal style and set her on my bed and underneath the blankets. "I will be right back." I told her and walked out of the room. I shut the door quietly and went to get the boys.
I slumped my head against the wall. It had been about 5 minutes but it felt like forever. I was getting a little sleepy. Slowly i drifted off to sleep.
I got the boys and we pilled into the car. We went to the ice cream shop. We bought a tub of any good tasting ice cream. And then we bought some Oreos and cookies. Niall insisted. It had been about a half hour. We walked out to see fans screaming and yelling. We took pictures with a few of them. Signed a couple auto graphs. "We love you!" Harry shouted. "But unfortunately we have to take care of some things!" I yelled. "Zayn! Is it true you met a mystery girl? I saw the pictures of you guys at the pond and Starbucks and at the hospital!! Did she really try to commit suicide!? Did you really save her? Where is she now?!" A reporter yelled. We were pretty much trapped. "Yes" i answered. "Yes what?" The reporter asked. "My answer is yes to every question you just asked. Now, if you'll excuse me and the lads we have some where to be." I said getting a little angry. I pushed passed all the fans and got to the car. About 10 minutes later the rest of the boys filled in. As soon as they all were in the car i sped off. 2 hours had passed and i got a little worried. What of Claire left? I shook those thoughts out of my head and continued driving.
I just woke up and looked at the time. It was 5:42pm. 3 hours since Zayn and the boys left. I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked like crap. I washed my face and combed my hair with my hands. I pulled it to the side and braided it into a fishtail braid. I fixed my makeup and my clothes and walked back into the bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and went back underneath the blankets. I switched on the tv to see a reporter asking all these questions about me to Zayn. He replied with a simple yes. I switched off the tv before i could hear anymore. How could he tell them?! Ugh! I was so frustrated. Just then i heard a knock on the door. Ugh! I buried my head into the pillow. The boys walked in with bags of IceCream, 5 spoons and 1 fork, and cookies and Oreos. "Hello!" Liam said smiling. I decided not to get mad at Zayn for telling the reporter. "Hi" i said grinning. The boys piled on the bed and started taking out all the treats. Zayn came up to me and sat next to me. He kissed me on the cheek. "What's your favorite ice cream?" He asked. I looked at the ice cream. There was Oreo, vanilla, chocolate, Reese's, birthday cake, and mint chocolate chip. I grabbed the birthday cake, Zayn grabbed the mint chocolate chip, Liam grabbed the chocolate, Niall grabbed the Oreo, Lou grabbed the Reese's, and Harry grabbed the Vanilla. We all grabbed spoons except for Liam. "Umm Liam?" I asked. "He has a fear of spoons" Harry answered. I nodded my head in approval. I took a spoonful and ate it. I looked around and all the lads were staring at me. I realized they were waiting for me to explain. I looked down. I put the spoon in the IceCream closed the lid. I pushed it towards the middle of the bed and put my hands together. I started fiddling with my fingers. Zayn put his arm around me and kissed my cheek. "It's okay" he whispered, but the boys still heard him. I started to explain the whole story this time i didn't leave out any parts.
"Welcome to your first day of middle school!" Mrs. Cobb said. Today was my first day of middle school. I was really excited. The day had gone alright and i was just ending my last period. I got my stuff out my locker and walked to my moms car. I threw my stuff to the back seat and got into the passenger side. "How was your first day of school honey?" Mom asked. "It was great!" I said. Our house was only two minutes away so we got home pretty fast. My mom drove off to work. i ran inside and put all my stuff in my room and started my chores. I finished and walked into the living room to see my dad snogging with another woman. "DAD!" I yelled. I started tearing up. I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I heard another door shut and i figured the woman had left. I sat on my bed crying. What am i supposed to do!? I was startled when my door flung open and my dad was standing in the door way. His fists were clenched, he looked madder than ever. I stomped towards me and yanked me by my hair. I had my feet off the ground and he was yelling at me. "DONT YOU EVER TELL YOUR MOTHER OR I WILL BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU!" He screamed at me. I nodded still in the air. He finally dropped me and he pulled a huge chunk of hair out of my scalp. I fell to the floor holding my head. He looked at me and threw the hair to the side. He started kicking me in the stomach and punching my face. About 10 minutes passed and he finally stopped punching me and kicking me. He left my room. I got up holding my stomach. I could barely breath. I felt like her broke my ribs. I walked to my bed and slowly drifted off to sleep. I had a terrible nightmare that my dad came back and he was going to kill me. Sometimes i thought it really was going to happen. I woke up at about 3am and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself. I looked horrible. I had bruises all over my face. I stripped off all my clothes and admired the rest of my body. There was bruises everywhere. I took my razor and slashed it across my arm. I winced in pain but i kept going. After my arms were gushing blood i washed them and bandaged them up. I was about to tie my hair up when i saw the bald spot. I cant go to school looking like this! I took my dads hair shaver and shaved my whole head. I had a lot of hair. It went down to my hips. When i was finished i took a shower and carefully added ice to my face. It was around 5:30 so i went back to sleep till around 6:30. I woke up and found some makeup. I put foundation on my face so i could cover some of the fading bruises. I put on some yogas and a baggy sweat shirt. Then i put a beanie on my head. I looked at myself in the mirror then walked out. I went to school that day and i got made fun of. I had no friends and got nicknamed the loner or the cancer freak. That nickname stuck till high school when my hair grew super long super fast. I had stayed in depression, i still cut, i still had the nicknames, and my dad would occasionally abuse me. Only my mom was a workaholic. My dad was an alcoholic who abused me a lot until my mom got him into a job. He barely was able to abuse me but when he did he made sure it was worth it.
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