You Stole My Heart

No one understands Cassidy Holt, not even her parents. Well, considering they're dead. Her only friend is a boy by the name of Zayn. He is going through the exact same things as Cassidy. They begin to have feelings for each other, until it becomes too much to handle. Will Zayn and Cassidy reunite their friendship and start it all over again?

*Chapters 1-12 are switching POVs, the rest are Cassidy unless it says differently.*

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24. Chapter 24

Zayn's POV

We arrived at the hospital about five minutes later. I had this guilt feeling deep down inside me like it was all my fault. 

"Think you can walk?" I asked her, gently placing her down on the hospital lawn. 

"I don't-" She toppled over. Her body was in no condition to be standing.

"Sorry," I said again. "I shouldn't have put you down.." I mumbled, scooping her up in my arms again. I brought her in the Emergency Center doors. "Help! Somebody help!" I yelled in the nearly empty room. A heavy set nurse with curly orange hair rushed out from behind the closed doors at the opposite end of the room. 

"What is it honey? Oh gosh, this looks terrible!" She pulled out a walkie talkie and talked into it. The intercom went on. "I need a stretcher over at the E Center, stat!" She came back over to my side and looked at Cassidy. "How did this happen sweetheart?" She asked, pulling out a clear pink clipboard. 

"I don't really-" I started to talk. But before I could speak a middle aged man rushed out pushing a stretcher. 

"Excuse me sir, but would you mind if I took her from you?" He smiled at me. I was reluctant but I placed her on the stretcher gently. "Thank you sir."

"You can call me Zayn." I said with a smile. 

"Alright then, thank you Zayn." He smiled again. "I'm going to ask you to take a seat out here while we take.. umm.."

"Cassidy." I corrected him.

"Thank you. While we take Cassidy in for examination. Would that be alright?" He asked starting to roll the stretcher away.

"Uhh, yeah." I said sadly. I really hoped I could go in with her. I watched with tears in my eyes as the nice man pushed her through the heavy doors.

Cassidy's POV

I was passed out. I had no idea where I was or what happened to me when I woke up on the lumpy hospital bed. I shifted my weight around and winced at the slightest movement. Then it all came back to me. A middle aged man stepped in the room.

"Excuse-"

"Get out!" I screamed, shocked someone was here. I jumped at the sight of him. I shrieked in pain and held my stomach.

"Excuse me." He said in a more demanding tone. "My name is Dr. Rich. I'm here to ask you a few questions, check out what you have going on here." He looked me up and down, examining my cuts and bruises. 

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. "You scared me." I felt the large cut on my bottom lip. It was still bleeding. "Can I get a band-aid?"

"Of course." He went into a cabinet by the sink and pulled out a large band-aid. "Here you go." I opened it and put it on my lower lip. "Can I ask you a few questions, Cassidy?"

"Well you just asked me one." I said coldly. I was in no mood to be playing trivia with some doctor.

Ignoring me, he continued. "What is your last name?" He said, pulling a pen out of his breast pocket and opening it.

"Holt." I said, touching my lip again.

"How old are you?"

"16." I replied sharply. "17 in December."

"Uh huh." He said slowly, biting his tongue as he wrote. "And how did this happen?" He pointed to my bruises.

"Cat fight." I insisted. "I'm from the back streets of New York, not everyone has a squeaky clean permanent record there." I lied. "I moved to Georgia and you know, it all went downhill from there." He looked at me. "Don't play stupid. I'm young and reckless. Sleeping with every guy I see. I'm a f-ing prostitute man! Getting drunk every night, hooking up with strangers, living the life. YOLO! If you know what I mean." I winked at him.

"I'm not playing your little games young lady. That was very entertaining. But now, the truth please?" He stared at me hard.

I gave in. "Fine." I whined. "Me and Zayn had our first fight tonight so I went to walk over to my friend Carissa's house. She lives just down the street from him. Zayn's old friend, who by the way, has hurt me before, somehow got out of jail and forced me to take a ride with him. We went to his house, he forced me into a little boom-boom-bang, if you know what I'm saying." I laughed and saw he was being serious. "Sorry." I stopped laughing. I wasn't trying to be a bitch. I needed to get my mind off my pain, and so far it was working. "So, I got r-r-r-raped." I shivered at the word. He tried getting me to smoke weed with him, but I declined his ridiculous offer. I don't do drugs." I saw him write something down as I tried to sit up. 

"Down." He ordered. I obeyed. I couldn't do it any way.

"He took me to this club, Oasis. I didn't go in, and he came back out and just started beating me. He punched and kicked me, and I smelled alcohol and liquor in his breath. He popped some pills just before going into the club."

"I see." He said attentively. "Are you sexually active, besides this Mike character?"

Yes." For once I spoke the truth. "But only twice, plus it with Zayn."

"Did you use a condom?" 

"With Zayn yes, not with Mike. I had no choice."  I hadn't thought about a condom with Mike. Oh god.

"Hmm.." He scribbled more on his notepad. "Do you take any drugs, or any of the ones that Mike took?" 

"No."

"Do you smoke?"

I hesitated. "I only did twice. I don;t think it will become a habit."

That's what they all say." He mumbled under his breath. "Please take off your robe, I will have Dr. Nancy come in and examine you. Do you need any help?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks." I said, carefully slipping one arm out then the other. I didn't even know I was wearing a robe. I slid it off my back and looked down at my wrists. The one I made the other day still hasn't healed. 

A female doctor who I guessed to be Dr. Nancy knocked on the door. She slowly walked in as Ii sat on the bed.

"Oh. My." She said slowly. "Sweetie pie!" She exclaimed. "Are you okay?" She had the voice of an annoying grandmother you couldn't stand. She looked at my bruise covered body and gasped.

"Here." She said walking over to  me and stretching her chubby arms to meet mine. She gently pulled me up so I was sitting up. 

"Ugh!" I groaned in pain. 

"Oh, sweetheart." She sighed. "Can you move anything?" She asked quietly. I moved my arms and legs but it was hard and painful. She looked at my wrists. "What are these?" She asked, growing suspicious.

"Nothing." I said quickly, grabbing my wrist with my other hand. I moved too fast, causing my torso to move the wrong way. I screamed in pain. 

"Honey, it's okay!" She said, trying to comfort me. 

"No, it's not!" I exclaimed. I started to cry. "Everything is going wrong. Nothing is going like it should. Why did this have to happen to me?" I said raising my voice. "These are scars fro me cutting myself. I smoke cigarettes. I had sex. I'm sixteen!" I cried. "I'm turning into the girl my parents don't want me to be! That's saying a lot since they're both dead." I said quietly, calming myself down. Dr. Nancy sat there, silent. 

"I'm so sorry." She finally said.

"I want to see Zayn." I demanded.

She nodded. She walked out of the room and headed toward the waiting room. "Zayn!" She called/ "Please follow me to Room 19."

 

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