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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28. Chapter 27

Cassidy's POV

I sat and twisted my hair in between my forefinger and thumb as I fumbled with the blankets and my gown with my free hand. The whole night was a blur, except for the terrible pain coming from almost every inch of my body. Zayn was crying in the corner of the room, what's wrong? The nurse that took care of me glided his fingers along his temples and had another hand on his hip. Did I do something wrong? "I'm sorry." I mistakenly said out loud. It was supposed to be a thought.

"Sorry for what?" The nurse quickly spun around and Zayn looked up, still sobbing. 

"What are you sorry for, Cassidy? You didn't do anything wrong." He looked at me with swollen, puffy eyes. I sat confused.

"For doing.. something. You're all sad because of.. me? Isn't that right?" I felt like a clueless toddler. They stared at me dumbfounded, as if it were the stupidest question anyone could have asked. 

"Cassidy. You didn't do anything." Zayn repeated. "You don't remember?"  I shook my head and looked down. I felt ashamed.

Zayn's POV

How am I going to explain what happened tonight to someone who's memory will vanish within the next few minutes? 

I looked at Cassidy and tears started falling again. I saw the cuts on her arms, the bruises and dried blood covering her body. I couldn't tell her. 

"You got in a car accident." I lied. The nurse quick shot me a look then nodded his head as if he understood. 

"But I can't drive?" She asked confused. 

"We were in a bus. The window side of the bus was hit, and that's where you were sitting." I felt terrible telling her a lie like that, but I wanted Mike out of her memory forever. I decided to change the subject so she wouldn't ask any more questions. 

"Can Carissa come in now? I'm sure she wants to see her friend."

"Actually," The nurse said. "Ms. Holt can be moved into a normal hospital room. She seems a lot more calm and under control now that she has seen you."

I left the room after they wheeled Cassidy out on a stretcher, then I explained to Carissa what was happening. She was shocked at the sight of Cassidy.

"But why does she remember you and nothing else?" Carissa asked.

I didn't think of this before. Why doesn't she remember anything else, only me? 

"I have no clue, but for now, Cassidy thinks she was in a car accident on a bus." Carissa nodded and walked by my side. When we got to the room, Carissa rushed in.

"Cassidy!" Carissa smiled. Cassidy looked confused. 

"Do I know you?" Carissa's smile vanished from her face. She sat by Cassidy's feet and put her hand on the blanket. She looked up at Zayn. 

"What do I tell her?" She mouthed to Zayn. He sadly shrugged. Carissa took a deep breath.

"My name is Carissa. We met at Ray's Restaurant. Ii started talking to you because I was a fan of the singing video you two put on YouTube. I'm one of your only friends here in Bradford."

Cassidy's POV

"Oh yeah." My memory was slowly coming back. From the beginning of my trip in the library, being grabbed and pushed. To meeting Zayn and going to his house. Marley coming to visit, Zayn winning the lottery. Meeting Carissa. Fighting with Zayn, metting a man on the side of the street. Going back to his house and letting him take control of me. Who was that man? He seems all too familiar in my mind, but I can't match his name to his face. It started with a M I think. Max? No, that can't be it. Mark? Not that either. Then it hit me. Mike. Every single thing Mike did to me rushed through my head. Hitting me, beating me until I could barely walk. But Zayn. Zayn came to my rescue. Zayn was there when I needed him most. Even though I turned on him. My thoughts were cut short by someone bursting through the room door. 

"Cassidy! Are you alright?" The man asked nervously. He smelled like alcohol and his eyes were red. He couldn't walk straight. 

"Who are you?" Zayn got up from his chair and walked over to the man.

"It depends. Who are you?" The man got big around Zayn. He seemed like he wanted to protect me.

"Zayn. Cassidy's boy-.. no. Not anymore. I'm a good friend of Cassidy's. Now who are you?"

"Ian. Cassidy's brother. Let me see my sister."

 

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