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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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1. Chapter 1.

I'm Zayn Malik's little sister and ever since our parents died, I have lived with him. I always pushed him to do things that he thought he couldn't do. Three years ago, I literally had to drag him out of his bed and to the auditions for X-Factor. If I had never done so, he wouldn't be in the biggest boy band of the world, One Direction, and I wouldn't be in pain everytime I see the other four lads.


Liam and I are walking in the park, talking about any thing possible. Liam stops and turns to look at me, making me stop where I stand.

"I.. there's something I need to say." He says. I nod, encouraging him. "I, uh, I like you. A lot."

My heart immediately stops beating and my breathing hitches. Liam and I had become the closet since a year ago, when I met the boys. I like Liam, but he's more like a brother to me. I have no idea of what to say. "I.." I stutter. "You're, you're like a brother to me, Li...." I trail off.

His face immediately softens as his lips curl into a frown. His face hardens once more before his hand stikes my cheek, making me clasp my hand around it, looking him intently and sadly into his eyes.


I clasp my hand around my cheek as I remember what had happened after Liam had asked me out.

I wasn't always so close with Liam; I was close with Harry as well. In fact, I had the biggest crush on Harry. But ever since that day with Liam, Harry's attitude completely changed towards me, and him and the boys, excluding Zayn, were more violent to me than ever before. The four boys began to hit me, and Liam had almost raped me. Zayn knows nothing of the events, and I'd like to keep it that way.

I close my eyes tightly as I recall the first day that the boys had hurt me. I remember their hands all over me, feeling every inch of my body, before hitting me violently. After what felt like hours of violent abuse, Liam knelt down beside my doubled over body, whispering in my ear. I have chosen to forget those words 'til this very day, but remember what had happened after. I was kicked. Multiple times in my ribcage.

I close my eyes tighter as the vision of it dances awkwardly and unwillingly into my mind, allowing me to feel the pain over and over again.

An almost-childlike scream from downstairs jolts me, and I immediately jump up from the bed, racing downstairs to see what's going on. I stop in my tracks at the bottom of the stairs as I notice Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn play-fighting with each other. They all turn to face me as the smirks on the four boys' faces grow bigger. Zayn, not notcing their actions at all, gets up from underneath Harry and makes his way to me.

He wraps his arms around me and whispers in my ear. "Hello my beautiful princess. I have to go into town to run some errands. The boys offered to watch after you."

A lump grows inside my throat as I tightly close my eyes. Please Zayn, anything but the boys. I think as his arms are tight around my waist. He pulls away, observing my features.

"What's wrong? You look saddened.. and freightened." Zayn asks.

Oh nothing, just the fact that these boys try to kill me everytime that you're not around, and you have no idea. You can't even tell by the looks on their faces. I look past Zayn to the boys, who have an angry look on their faces.

I gulp before Zayn embraces me with another hug, whispering into my ear. "You know, I think that Harry fancies you."

"I'm not interested." I whisper back to him before he pulls away.

Zayn grabs his keys off of the counter on the outside of the kitchen where two bar stools sit underneath, before making his way to the door. "You lads take good care of my sister. She means the world to me." He says, walking out the door and closing it behind him.

The lump that I was holding earlier resurfaces its way to my throat again as the boys give me seductive smirks. Louis stands from the couch, making his way towards me.

"Well well well, look what we have here. You. Alone." He says to me, stroking my cheek with his index finger.

Tears nervously form in my eyes as I feel his finger skim across my cheek and his hot breath on my neck. Expectedly, a sting strikes my cheek as my body lands on the floor. My hand reaches up and clasps itself around my cheek as I look at them... surprised?

Immediately, the remaining three boys surround me, kicking me repeatedly. I close my eyes tightly as pain surges throughout my body.

What did I do to deserve this?

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