"I heard you tried to kill yourself. Why's that, Marcel?" Zayn asks, spilling out my name like poison. "Did you finally realize no one wants you so you wanted to end it all? I guess you couldn't even do that right, could you?" A whimper leaves my lips at his harsh words as his lethal eyes glare at me through the empty school hallway.
"N-No," I whisper slowly, tears filling my eyes. How could he possibly know that? That incident had only just happened last night so how could he know?
"How are those bruises? They still here or did they heal?" He continues with an evil smirk. He punches me in the stomach making me double over with pain only to have him punch me in the face. "Wouldn't want that to happen," He snickers and sweeps me off my feet before kicking me everywhere, not leaving one part of my body untouched. "How's that feel, faggot?"
Tears prick in my eyes again and I let out a low moan of pain only to have him chuckle and start kicking me again. "St-Stop, p-please," I beg but either he doesn't hear me or he ignores my plea.
"I'll come back to deal with you again later. Don't think this is over," Zayn growls before kicking me one last time in the ribs before walking away.
I could feel blood trickling out of my nose and lip and I cough, trying to get fresh air into my lungs but it doesn't seem to help. Tears are streaming down my face and I sob, only making the throbbing ache in my chest worse. "Shit, Marcel what happened to you?" I hear someone ask and when I look up, I find Liam standing above me.
He helps me up from the floor and I spit blood from my mouth before saying, "Z-Zayn," Liam pulls me into the bathroom, setting me next to the sinks before wetting paper towel and cleaning up my face. "D-Don't tell Harry," I beg.
"He's gonna see your face so he's going to piece everything together," Liam sighs, running a hand through his hair which, was slowly growing out and says, "but I won't tell him,"
I nod and he dabs my bloody lip, making me wince with more pain. "Everything h-hurts," I murmur.
"I know, mate," Liam whispers. "But I'm going to get you cleaned up and everything will be okay," He promises and I force myself to nod, letting Liam tend to my face. "Where else did he hit you?"
"E-Everywhere," I admit as my whole body pulses with pain. Another cough leaves my lips after another sob wracks through me and I grab at my ribs, wincing. Liam looks at me worriedly but I ignore it. "Don't tell Ariel either," I beg weakly, hands still cradling my ribs.
"Once she sees your face she's going to know," He mutters. "but I won't tell her either," I sigh with relief and wipe my eyes. The lunch bell was about to ring in a few minutes and the two of us knew it. Once it does, Liam tries to help me off the sink but I shake him off. I head off to lunch then, before the halls would be crowded and wait for what was to come.
"What happened to your face?" Leeroy asks, voice quiet in a murmur.
"Nothing," I mutter and pick at my cuticles. I had made the mistake of looking up when I heard him approach. "Don't tell Ariel," I growl through the shade of our oak tree, the bench feeling particularly hard.
Leeroy takes the spot next to me and Ariel comes a few minutes later. I duck my head, not wanting to look up and she asks, "Marcel, why didn't you buy anything for lunch?"
"N-Not hungry," I reply in a whisper.
"C'mon, love. Just one thing. A sandwich. A banana, something." She begs and I shake my head. The jostling of my body rattles my ribs and I wince as hot pain flares through me again. To my dismay, Ariel notices. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I mutter, digging my nails into the top of the wooden table.
"Marc, tell me," Ariel's voice is stern but I shake my head, continuing to look down. She grabs my face in her hands and I wince as her chilled fingers dig into my bruised cheek. "Shit, Marcel, what happened?"
"You could probably guess," I sigh before getting up from the table and heading to the bathroom, the only place I knew Ariel couldn't follow. I sit on the floor of the biggest stalls, past the urinals and sob, running a hand though my hair. My life had turned to shit. Again. The bathroom door creaks open and I let out a shaky breath. "I-I don't w-want to t-talk a-about it, L-Leeroy," I stammer from my place on the bathroom floor.
"Good thing it's not Leeroy then," I hear a deep voice say and two other snickers follow. My hands begin to shake as Zayn, Louis and Niall's footsteps shuffle closer. The stall door squeals open and I press my back up against the wall, cringing as Louis holds me from my shirt collar and pulls me out of the stall. "You miss me?" Zayn questions and I keep my gaze on the floor, petrified with fear. "I told you I'd deal with you later." He smirks before punching me in the gut. I would've fallen to the ground if it weren't for Louis holding me up and Zayn punches me in the face, making my glasses go crooked across my nose.
Niall takes a swing at me then and I let out a soft moan of pain. Louis then drops me, pain exploding in my kneecaps. I let out a whimper of pain and all three boys continuously kick me until black dots dance across my vision. I was coughing and sputtering, barely able to get air into my lungs. I didn't waste my breath begging them to stop, knowing they wouldn't either way and curl up into a ball, sobbing into my forearms. "Oi, let go of my brother right now," I hear a voice growl and through my blurry vision, I spot my brother, red faced and fuming. Soon after, the darkness washes over me.
Fingers comb through my hair, leaving a tingle on my scalp and when my eyes flutter open, I find my head resting in Ariel's lap. I'm laying in Harry's car, Ariel strapped into the backseat with me and Harry and Leeroy sitting in the drivers and passengers seats. A soft moan leaves my lips as we pass over a bump in the road, the motion jerking my body wildly and Ariel squeezes onto my hand worriedly. "Harry, drive slower," Ariel sighs.
"I'm trying," Harry mumbles.
I grit my teeth, fighting off tears as I ask, "W-What happened?"
"After you... passed out, Harry got the other boys to leave and we got you out of school, saying you were sick before this," Ariel whispered. Her cheeks are tearstained again, a telltale sign she was crying while I was out which makes guilt flood through my veins.
"Y-You were crying. O-Over me. A-Again," I murmur, clenching my hands into weak fists.
"I wasn't," She lies and I sigh, only to wince in pain at the stress on my lungs. "Arrogant bastards." She continues. "How could they do that to someone? Especially someone as fragile and innocent as you," I stay silent from my spot next to her and feel her run her fingers through my hair again. The action was soothing and took my mind off this pulsating pain. We get to the house and Leeroy and Harry help me out of the car as Ariel watches with worry. "Be careful with him," She begs and the boys nod, determined to get me into the house safely. Our mother would be at work so we didn't have to worry about that; all my mind was set on was keeping myself passing out again.
"You alright, mate?" Harry asks as he and Leeroy set me down on the couch.
"As good as ever," I cough in pain.
"Do I get his Oxycontin?" Harry whispers. My eyes light up at his words and I watch Ariel shake her head.
"Just help me clean him up, get him into some comfortable clothes and let him sleep," Harry nods, giving Leeroy a stern look, making the skimpy boy dash off to get the first aid kit.
"I'm so st-stupid," I mumble into my hands, frustrated.
"You're not," Ariel and Harry object in unison.
"I-I--" A sob wracks through my chest and I ignore the pain, feeling hot tears glide down my temples. "Zayn somehow found out wh-what was going to h-happen yesterday. H-How I was going t-to--" I sigh, rubbing the heels of my palms into my eyelids to stop myself from crying. "H-How could he p-possibly k-know?" The room went silent and it killed me that no one knew the answer.
I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. Personal stuff. Thank you for 80+ reads!