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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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11. Chapter 11.

I stare at the two men hovering over me as the blood seems to drain from their faces.

"What do you remember?" Harry stutters.

"I- I remember the tree we shared. I don't remember anything after.." I trail off and look up at them both worriedly.

"After what?" Zayn asks.

"After Liam asking me out." I look down at my hands nervously.

"Do you remember your answer or what happened after?" Harry asks calmly.

"I remember my answer, but not anything after that."

Harry visibly relaxes but Zayn looks confused. "Thank god." Harry says. "Thank god."

The three of us sit there in silence for what feels like hours before Zayn breaks it. "I, uh, I'm going to tell the doctors you're awake."

I weakly smile at him as he exits the room. Harry grips my hand tighter and rests his head against it. I slowly feel the tears of his crying land on my hand.

"I'm sorry." He repeats over and over.

"Shh Harry, it's alright."

He furiously shakes his head. "No. You don't understand." He sits up and wipes away his tears. "Is there anything you want?"

I nod. "Water, and an explanation."

He wipes away more tears before getting up from the side of the bed and walking out of the room. I huff.

What is he so sorry about?

Zayn's POV

What the fuck is Harry so sorry about? And why is he so happy that she doesn't remember? I need answers.

As I'm walking back to the room, I see a curly-haired guy walk out. Harry. I walk faster and push him against the wall, just a bit down the hall from the room.

"What the fuck was that about? Why are you so happy that she doesn't remember what you're sorry about?" I half-yelled, angry.

"Zayn calm down. This isn't the time nor place." He calmly says to me.

My breathing begins to get heavy and my chest begins to rise and fall the angrier that I get. I shove him against the wall once more. "Tell me. Now."

He sighs. "Release me, yeah?"

I do as I'm told, hoping he will tell me. I hear him sigh again and watch as he runs his hand through his hair. He's frustrated.

"Don't judge me, kay? I didn't want her to get hurt. It's the only reason I did any of it." I look at him confused as he continues to run his hand through his hair. "It's because of Liam. He made me. We-" He begins but cuts himself off. "We hit her." He lowly says, staring at his feet.

They what? They hit my baby sister?

"What do you mean 'it's because of Liam'? And who is 'we'?" I ask curiously.

"She said no to him, so he hit her. He came to me, knowing that I liked her and told me that if I really loved her, I would protect her. He told me if I didn't do as he says, he would r-rape her, and possibly k-kill her." He says lowly, choking on his words. "We, as in all of us. Liam, Louis, Niall, and I."

My eyes widen. Liam said what? The fucking bastard.

"I'm going to kill him!" I mumble, knowing we're still in the hospital.

I leave Harry, storming off out of the building. I'm happy that Kait doesn't remember any of this shit.

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