I opened my eyes slowly. It took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn’t in my own room. I tried to concentrate and remember what had happened but it was like my mind had gone totally blank. I panicked and tried to sit up in the unfamiliar bed but the pain I felt on my sides pushed me back to where I was a couple of seconds ago and that’s when I remembered the whole thing.
I could remember pushing Liam to the edge, asking him questions about Danielle and not letting go till he snapped. I can remember his beating the shit out of me and my not fighting back because I just wanted to him to get over his anger but I wasn’t sure if it was a successful attempt.
I could remember his taking caring of me. I had never seen him so sweet and caring before. He cooled my up when I ran a fever, cleaned me up and let me stay in his bedroom so that he could make sure I would be okay throughout the night. I knew I couldn’t expect him to stay like last night for long. What he did and how he acted was just out of guilt and as much as I wanted him to stay like this I hated when people pitied me so the sooner this shit was over the better.
Where was Mr. Psychopath anyways? I tried to sit up again. I propped myself up on my elbows slowly and ignored the fact that my ribs were screaming at me to stop. There was no way in hell I was going to call Liam. So after what couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes but seemed like an agonizing hour to me I managed to get myself into a sitting position and saw one of my panties and bras and a shirt and a sweatpants lying on the bed. So he had had to search my stuff for underwear. How fucking delightful!
I was more than happy when I found out the he had picked the bra that fastened on the front. This meant I didn’t have to cry in pain when I was putting it on. I was done putting on the underwear and was about to go for the shirt when I heard somebody’s shout and the sound of their footsteps. Someone was coming in the room. I didn’t have time for wearing my shirt so I just threw it on the floor and wrapped myself up in the blanket that Liam used to cover me up in it last night.
“Liam, man where are…” The door burst open and in came Zayn. He froze when he saw me.
He blinked for a couple of minutes as if I would disappear when he opened them again but no, I was right there.
“So that gives me the impression that you guys don’t knock on each other’s doors.” I chuckled. That sentence was made to make the situation a little bit less awkward. Well it didn’t.
“I was just… I was trying to… I was looking for…” Zayn was pointing his finger to the door and himself frantically.
Okay, I get it. This was awkward. But wasn’t he somehow overreacting? I mean it wasn’t like I was naked or something! That was when it hit me. I was in Liam’s bedroom, covered in only a blanket. What would I think if I were Zayn. He must have thought we have had sex and that must have been too shocking for him since he knew that Liam hated my guts. I could feel blood running to my cheeks.
“Zayn, this is not…” I didn’t know how to put it in so I just took a few steps over to him but the sudden look on his face made me stop dead in my tracks. Why was he looking at me like this?
He closed the distance between us at touched my left cheek so lightly that I could barely feel it. I felt like something fell in my stomach. I couldn’t decipher the look on Zayn’s face. I was too scared of the outcomes of this new revelation. He closed his eyes and tried to find his voice. It came out as a husky whisper.
“Alex, did… did he rape you?”
“What? No! No, of course not! He wouldn’t do that!” I almost shouted.
He opened his eyes. His hazel eyes were sad and disapproving.
“What did he do then? How much did he hurt you?” He growled.
I didn’t say anything and just took a step back but he grabbed me by my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I cringed in pain involuntarily. He took his hands off me as soon as he realized he was hurting me. His eyes lingered over my cheeks for a moment.
“Show me.” He ordered.
“What?” I asked in a weak voice, not quite understanding what he was talking about.
“I wanna know how much he’s hurt you.” I could sense the anger dripping from his voice, not towards me of course but Liam.
“Are you crazy? Look Zayn, I assure you, I’m fine!” I scoffed.
He didn’t say anything. He just yanked the blanket off me in a sudden motion and took me completely off guard. I heard him gasp and curse under his breath when he looked at my black and blue bruises.
“Jesus Christ Alex! And you say you’re fine?” He yelled. He was still inspecting my nearly naked body and I was getting more uncomfortable by every passing second.
I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there awkwardly waiting for him to get over this but apparently he wasn’t going to let that happen anytime soon. He was getting angrier and I was freaking out.
“I swear to God, I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.
There was something in his voice and the sparkle in his eyes that told me he was going to hurt Liam. I just knew it and I didn’t want that. As much as he had hurt me I didn’t want him to get hurt. I didn’t want him to lose his friends. I couldn’t let that happen.
“Zayn, please… It was all my fault!” I tried to convince him desperately.
“What the fuck, Alex? What could you have possibly done to deserve such a beating? Why on earth are you defending him?”
That made me think. Why was I defending him? I just decided to ignore that question for now.
“Please Zayn, I need you to just forget about this and not tell anyone, alright?!” I asked him.
“You expect me to forget this? How can I forget this? Why are you so scared, Alex? Has he threatened that if you tell anyone if hurts you again? I can’t believe it! It’s like I didn’t know him this whole time…” He was going on and on so I stopped him.
“Would you relax? He has not threatened me okay? Look, it’s complicated. I just want you to do me a favor and forget what you saw.”
“I didn’t take you for such a weak person, Alex. I thought you won’t put up with anyone’s shit.” He said in a disapproving tone.
He didn’t know my situation. He didn’t know how desperate I was. He was living in luxury and wouldn’t understand what it meant not having enough money to pay your dad medical expenses and support your mom and little brother. Like that wasn’t enough falling for the very person who hated you with all their might and could beat the shit out of you in cold blood. So I just shook my head.
“Alex, even if you loved … Wait a second! You don’t love him do you?!” He asked me with wide eyes.
It was as if he dreaded the answer. Hell, I dreaded the answer too. Did I love Liam? How could I after all he had done to me? But no matter what he did I still couldn’t hate him. I felt like I wanted to feel his presence even if we didn’t talk for hours, even if we did talk, it was just a couple of harsh words being thrown back and forth.
“Of course I don’t love him!” I nearly shouted. I wanted to make up for the pause I had made. I couldn’t afford this. No one could know about my feelings for Liam. “It’s just for the money that…”
I was cut off by Liam opening the door and staring at me eyes that for a second I thought were hurt but no, they weren’t hurt. They were cold. The famous smirk appeared on his face again. It was as if he was mocking me.
“Are you trying rip some money off Zayn now?” His voice was so cold in sent shivers down my spine and made goosebumps appear on my skin.
Zayn turned around, walked up to Liam, grabbed him by his collar and slammed him to the door.
“What the fuck man? It was like your previous attitude wasn’t enough, now you’re hitting her? What the fuck has gotten into you? What has she ever done to you to deserve this?” He spat at Liam furiously.
“So you’re buying pity from him now?” He ignored Zayn’s questions and addressed me.
I was so mad at him. if there was one thing I hated in this world was being pitied . I took a step forward but before I could do anything else, Zayn , let go of Liam, looked at him from head to toe and then punched him in the face.