Shut Out

Liam Payne has been a normal kid for most of his life. Most... Liam's stepfather abuses his both sexually and physically hitting. What will happen when Liam meets Casey? Will he open up and love her, or will Casey be shut out?


10. Worse Goes to Unbearable

Casey's POV.


I woke up the next morning. I looked down and saw Liam sitting in a chair with his head on the side of my bed. I sat up a little bit to get more comfortable, and accidentally bumped his head. He shifted in his sleep and kept sleeping. I could hear him mumbling about random stuff, and I heard him mumble, "Bradley... Stop, please. Bradley! Leave her alone!" He looked very unsettled, so I decided to wake him up sweetly. I bent down and kissed him on the lips softly. His brown eyes fluttered open and he looked worried. But when he saw it was only me, he relaxed. "Hey Casey. How'd you sleep?" he asked nonchalantly. I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't really feel like talking at the moment. Well, I wanted to talk about one thing... "Liam, who's Bradley?" I said so quietly I could barely hear myself talk. But Liam heard. "Casey, how do you know who that is...?" he whispered. "You were sleep talking..." I replied. Liam took in a deep breath and started slowly talking... "Okay, Okay, well my father died when I was about 11 months old, so I never really knew him. He was in a plane crash coming home from China. Anyways, my mother remarried when I was about 4. His name was Bradley, and he seemed really nice. That was until my eighth birthday. Bradley came home from the bar on my birthday. I had all my childhood friends over, and we were swimming in our pool. Bradley came out back really drunk and told me to "get my ass over here." I was really scared because, well, he had never talked to me like that before. I stood in front of him and he grabbed my arm and dragged me into his room. He locked the door, and well..." I could see Liam was struggling with saying this, and he had tears in his eyes, but I let him continue. "Well, Bradley started touching me. He did this for about a half an hour, and then went back outside. I just laid in my moms bed for the rest of the night. My mum came in and asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't tell her because Bradley said he would kill me. And,  believed him. So I kept my mouth shut and said one of my friends said something rude, but we are fine now. Well, every night, Bradley would come in and either touch me or he would beat me. My mum was clueless and thought I kept getting in schoolyard fights, so she pulled me out of school. My mum was a nurse, so she was barely at home, so that left me with Bradley every night." Liam started crying pretty hard, but he kept talking. "When I was 13, I started cutting..." he showed me his wrists and I started crying."Well, after my mother died, Bradley knocked me unconscious and raped me. I woke up and saw the door was open, so I ran. Your brother found Bradley pointing a gun at me, and he attacked him. Harry beat the shit out of him and then took me to your house. And, well, that's that." He finished taking in a deep breath.  I had tears flowing freely down my face and so did he. I pulled him into a hug and pecked his cheek. As we were separating, Liam grabbed my face and pulled me towards him. He started to slowly move his lips and I matched his pace. This went on for about 2 minutes, until he licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Of course, I opened my mouth and he slid his tongue in my mouth. We didn't even hear the door open until I heard someone cough loudly. We both pulled away quickly to see a doctor standing there. "Well Casey, you're looking a lot better. You can go home. I just need your parents to sign these papers." the doctor spoke, sounding irritated. "Uhm, yeah, they should be in the cafeteria..." I spoke awkwardly. He nodded and walked out the door.


Later at Casey and Harry's house...

When I got home, I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. As I was climbing into bed, I heard a soft knock at the door and I saw my father walk in. "Hey honey, I know this isn't the best of times, but we have a plane ticket to America tomorrow night at 7. So, pack up." And with that he stood and walked out. What. The. Fuck. It's official, I hate my dad. Fuck him.

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