Emily's Story

Emily is an eighteen year old girl living in England. Her step father and she plans to escape right after graduation. The only problem is she has to take her little sister Kylie with her. What happens when she meets Zayn a dark haired boy who cares too much? And Liam who cant bear to have her leave when she goes back to their hotel? On top of that, can she manage to stay out of her step father's grasp while taking on the new face of One Direction's family?


8. Talking


             “Emily can I talk to you for a minute?” Zayn asked me. I looked from him to Emily and back again. “Kylie do you want to help Liam in the kitchen?” Zayn questioned turning to her. She looked at me and I nodded so she stood up excitedly and followed Zayn to the kitchen part.

             I stood up too and started walking towards Zayn. Strong arms lifted me up though and I looked up to see who it was. Louis was holding me and I struggled free of his grasp. I landed in a defensive pose and glaring at Louis. “What is up with you guys not letting me walk?” I snapped.

            “We care about you. Why is that such a problem?” Zayn asked. I didn’t answer but I shot a glare at Zayn as I walked over to him. Now I didn’t have to limp because the ace bandage helped secure it and dull the pain.

             “Where are we going?” I asked Zayn but I was looking back at Kylie. He picked me up again but when I went to protest he gave me a look of pleading and I didn’t say anything. He brought me to a bedroom and shut the door behind him. “Why did you shut the door?” I questioned through gritted teeth. I was more scared than angry but I had chosen to display anger instead of fear.

            “It’s okay. I just wanted to talk to you without worrying about anyone listening in,” He replied. I nodded. He placed me on the bed and then sat next to me. “Who hurt you?” He asked me tentatively. I sighed.

            “I don’t trust people easily,” I said ignoring his question.

            “I understand that. Which is why I know how big of a risk I’m asking you to take by telling me,” He replied.

            I looked up at him searching for danger or a threat. I didn’t find any. “He’s my step father. His name is Rob. He um would sit around all day watching T.V. and drinking beer. I would basically be his slave and if I didn’t do what he said he would hurt me. Rob would increase pain until I showed a reaction. I took the pain willing to do anything to keep him away from Kylie,” I started explaining. By the end I was sobbing and Zayn held me.

          “I’m sorry I snapped at Louis. It’s just that I didn’t know what to think,” I told Zayn.

          “It’s okay,” He soothed me. “Can I ask you another question?” He questioned. I nodded. “Are you hurt anywhere other than your arm and leg?” He asked like he had earlier. I looked up at him from where I was leaning against him and nodded. “Where?”

          I pointed to my face. He nodded sadly. “You aren’t mad I didn’t tell you?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Thanks,” I said and smiled weakly. I pulled myself up and wiped my tears.

          Zayn pulled off his shirt that was now all wet. “Sorry,” I told him.

          “Don’t worry about it,” He smiled. I sat on the bed with my eyes closed so could compose myself. “So how about those grilled cheeses?” Zayn asked once he pulled a new shirt on. I nodded. He picked me up again. I frowned. “Would you rather ride piggy back?” He questioned.

          “I’d rather you put me down,” I grumbled.

          “I’ll make a deal with you. If you stay off that ankle for the rest of the day and night except for showering and getting dressed, than tomorrow we’ll let you walk – with assistance of course,” Zayn proposed.

          “But I don’t want to do that to you guys!” I protested.

          “It’s fine,” He replied and his gaze turned serious. I nodded slowly. “Thank-you,” He told me and began walking again.

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