If You Really Cared

Carter is a 17 yr. old girl. She has been bullied by 5 boys for years. She has no idea why... Her abusive dad and best friend/little sister have just died. Her mom kills herself over it. All in one day, Carters life is changed forever...

***(the boys are NOT famous in this story... their each around he ages of 16-18...)***

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22. Chapter 18

Carter's POV

I lay there on the bed, my arms covered my face as I thought long and hard. There was actually a lot to think about, Zayn, Kyle, Christmas was coming up, school, and I always thought about Louis so that was major. I smiled at the thought of Louis's arms carrying me, then Zayn interrupted. 'Your too fat anyway,' again his evil voice came through my mind and I shivered at the thought.

"You alright?" I heard Liams deep British voice. "Oh, hey." I said, I still laid there but pulled my arms away.

"You alright?" he asked again and sat on the bed beside me. "yea." I answered but didn't look at him.

"Your lying." he slightly laughed. "What?!" I sat up. "I can tell when people lie, and your an easy one..." he nudged me playfully.

"I guess im just thinking a lot..." I sighed. "Bout what?!"

"Just stuff..." "Like..." he wasn't going to give up. I pulled my fingers through me messy ponytail and sighed.

"Carter?!" he cried out. "What?!" I was a bit confused. "Your wrist!" he was practically shouting. He gently picked up my wrist and examined it. I noticed the red finger prints and lines still marked on my skin. You couldn't really tell they were fingerprints but I knew... Zayn.

"What happened?!" he asked concerned. "Ummmm," I really couldn't think of anything at all to say.

"Whats the matter?" Niall then walked in followed by Louis. "Carter you alright babe?" Lou asked and sat on the other side of me. "Im fine... really," I tried lying but I knew I was dying on the inside.

"Carter talk to us..." Niall sighed from behind me. I looked behind and he was looking at the bed. I scooted back a bit so that we could all sit. He sat down and they all looked to me. 'THINK! CARTER THINK!' I shouted in my mind. I was trying so hard to come up with some good lies.

"Carter... if something wrong you need to tell us," I sighed. "Ummm, I might later." I whispered hoping no one would hear me. But with my luck of course they all did.

"C'mon Niall... lets let them talk." Liam stood up and Niall did the same. They walked out and Niall lightly shut the door. Louis looked at me, his eyes filled with pity and he moved closer. 'I knew I needed to talk to someone but what about Zayn? What would he do? What about their friendship? They were like brothers... all of them.' All of this filled my head quickly and I stared at the ground, refusing to look away.

"Carter... You can tell me anything," he said and began rubbing my back. I loved when he did that! I sighed, looked at him, and then found the floor more interesting so I looked back down.

"What happened to your wrist?" he asked and rubbed it gently with one thumb, which actually felt amazing.                                     

"Ummm I guess someone grabbed it too hard..." I answered and shrugged. "Mm..." he sounded and I looked at him.

"Louis... you know I trust you," I said and looked back down. "Then tell me... What really happened to your wrist?" I wanted to tell him so bad, but what would happen then?

"zany..." I said so quietly you cant even capitalize the name. I hoped with all of myself Louis didn't hear as I regretted saying it. But with my luck once again it failed me and I heard his gasp.

"WHAT THE HELL?! ZAYN DID THIS?!" he hollered. I just nodded and stared to the ground.

 "GUYS GET UP HERE!" Louis kept hollering. Not even two seconds had passed and Liam, Niall, then Harry burst through the door.  "What happened?!" Harry asked frantically.

"Zayn did this..."Lou was a little quieter and they all had faces like when you tell an alcoholic the world was out of alcohol, or when you tell a makeup artist the makeup had banished, or something like that. I looked up quickly than back to the ground.

"Did he hurt you anywhere else?!" Liam asked worried and sat beside me. I thought about my stomach, but hasn't this already gone far enough?

I slowly, still deciding if I should felt my stomach. Liam looked at the others then lifted my shirt up. He pulled it all the way up, it showed my bra... I didn't care they had all seen it before and The bruise was up high enough...    

"Carter what did he do?!" Niall asked. I had three big bruises. I knew only one was from Zayn but I didn't really want to say that they were the ones who made the other two. I shrugged.

"Who did that?!" Harry asked. "I uhh, Zayn..." I touched lightly the highest bruise. I paused. "Niall, Louis," I made gestures to the others and they sighed.

"I'm so sorry..." Niall sat down on my other side. "I'll make it up to you..." Louis sighed and I slightly smiled at him and he did back. A tear slipped from my eye and Liam's soft thumb wiped it gently away. I laid me head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me. I loved Liam! Like a brother. I felt like if I didn't have Kyle Liam would be my brother. I felt protected right now. I pointed out the 'right now' to myself and sighed.

"Where is Zayn?" Harry broke the silence. He ran out the door and I could here his heavy footsteps running down the stairs. "Harry wait!" I hollered after him and jumped up. I ran downstairs after him. I hit the bottom of the stairs. I looked around and couldn't see Harry.

"Bitch!" Zayn hollered and punched me. "Ahh!" I screamed and fell to the floor in pain. He kicked my thigh and I felt the pain burst out. I heard footsteps, Harry's voice, hollering, Zayn..., and I felt a pain in my head. I looked and saw red coming down over my eyes. I remember tears, and the pain once again rushing through my leg. It went black. I looked around and saw black. Maybe I was dead? No I wouldn't be talking to myself then would I?!                                                           

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