“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.