My Bullysitters

Copyright © "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words really hurt me. Keeping quiet and fake smiles are my specialties. With all the pain you cause me I just want to say I'm done. And oh, congratulations, I guess this means you've won."
All I wanted was to be happy, but I guess that was too much to ask for...


20. Down Once More...

Katie's P.O.V


"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked as he turned on the ignition.

"It has to be done, Harry." I said, staring at the floor board of his car.

Harry had been trying to change my mind since yesterday when we were watching movies. He told me we could just stay at his house until Niall got back tomorrow, but I wouldn't have it. Things had to be resolved in some way or form between Liam and I. I was done hiding. I can honestly say I knew the worse he could do...

"I don't want you to get hurt." Harry said.

"Harry, I'll be alright."

"That wasn't the case the other day." He said, examining my neck.

I grabbed his hand before removing it from my sensitive skin. "Just drive." I said, not happy about what had been brought up in the conversation.

He let out a deep sigh before pulling onto the street. The ride was silent, tension in the air as we parked in my driveway. I felt odd as I walked up to the front, unsure if I was aloud to enter my own home without knocking on the door first.

I finally pushed myself through the entrance, automatically hearing voices and the sound of the telly. I found all three of them sat in the living room, engaged in a conversation and ignoring whatever was on the screen.

"Liam." I said, not sure if there was even any emotion in my voice.

They stopped talking and looked at me in disbelief. Nobody did anything, just stared. I then walked out of the living room and headed for mine up the stairs. I could hear the sound of feet rapidly hitting the floor, Liam catching up to me at the top of the steps.

Before he could do anything, I firmly grabbed his hand, leading him into my room. He pulled his hand away and glared at me.

"What is this?" He questioned.

"I just want to talk." I said.

"How could you be so stupid?" He asked. "I honestly thought you would have known better than to come back." He growled, pushing me onto the bed.

"Liam, before you do something stupid, ask yourself one thing. What would Niall think?"

"I won't need him once I have you." He stated.

"But I'll always need him. Can't you see that no one really wins here? I know you two are basically brothers. If you do this, Niall will never forgive you."

"No. You're all I want." He said, now pinning me down.

I didn't do anything. I was scared, helpless, and above all, alone. I was alone in almost life itself, having no one but Niall and Harry.

I hadn't really planned on what to do if this didn't work out, telling Harry beforehand not to interrupt us unless I cried out for help. But I was silent in my pits of despair, not making a single effort to sound an alarm.

As Liam's hands roamed, I had come to realize I had spoken incorrectly.

'Can't you see that no one really wins here?' Wrong. I was the one that didn't win, me.

"Why aren't you screaming for Harry to save you? Why aren't you fighting back? Why-"

"Because I'm done." I said, for once holding back the tears. "I'm done trying to believe everything's going to be ok for me when it obviously isn't."

I looked at him, the look on his face so familiar. All he had ever wanted was for me to love him back. I was cruel to him all these years, showing nothing but hatred, even if he was mercilessly beating me. If this is what it took to put everyone back on the same page, to make him feel loved, then so be it. Please, God. Give me the courage, the courage to show him he's not alone.

I released my hand from his grip while he was still in confusion. He went to snatch it back, but it had already met his face. My hand gently caressed his cheek, his expression seeming to soften a bit as I did so.

"What kind of life have you known, Liam?" I asked.

I slowly lifted my self up, connecting my lips to his. All of the old memories danced around in my head as our lips moved together, all the darkness I had seen in him seemed to fade out. I finally gave him what he so eagerly wished for that day on the couch.

Once I pulled away I could see tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Liam. I'm sorry for hurting you without even realizing it." I said, now laying back down.

He stared at me, not knowing what to think. I was then pulled off the bed, now standing with arms around me.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. You were right about me. I'm nothing but a monster." He said, holding me tighter with each word.

I couldn't believe how one little thing had just changed so much.

"Is there any way we could start over?" He asked, now attempting to look me in the eyes.

"Yes." I sighed out. I couldn't believe I had gotten what I had come over for. "I also wanted to let you know that Niall's coming home tomorrow."

"Really?! I've missed him terribly." He said.

"I know the feeling." I sighed out.

"Geez, you must hate me. I don't understand how you put up with us this past month and a half. Not to add all of those years." He said.

"I guess I eventually got used to it."

"You shouldn't of had to." He said, once again wrapping his arms around me.

I knew things were going to get better, but I honestly didn't want it to be this easy. As awful as it sounds I wanted to scream at him, let him know that I wouldn't just up and take his apology, but I knew I couldn't do that. If I wanted things to be settled, I'd have to take things the way they are now.

"Harry's probably worried about me, we should head down." I said, holding back those stupid tears.

I couldn't believe how easily I was letting him off. He basically not once, but twice, tried to rape me. Not to mention all the years he had bullied me, making my life a living hell. How was I supposed to pretend everything was perfectly fine between us, when clearly it wasn't.

"Katie!" Harry exclaimed, rushing over to me.

"I'm fine, Harry." I sighed as he looked me over.

"So, what just happened?" Louis asked, giving Liam and I an odd look.

"Bullying is over rated." Liam said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Wait, so you-"

"No!" Liam spat, cutting off a wide eyed Zayn.

"What, you're just going to let it go? Just like that?" Zayn asked.

"Is that a problem?" Liam questioned.

"No." Zayn grumbled, slouching back in his seat.

I can understand myself having an issue with letting it go so easily, but why should Zayn get upset about it? Did he enjoy pushing me around all the time?

"So we're all friends here?" Harry asked, skeptically staring at Liam.

"It would appear so." Liam said.

I walked back up to my room when everyone else became engaged in a conversation. My headphones became glued to my ears as I listened to my IPod.

I couldn't wait to see Niall again, but I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to tell him about Harry. I knew he'd be happy at the fact of me finding someone, but I'm not sure I wanted to hear all of the 'I told you so's' that would come out of his mouth. On the bright side, at least I'd get to hear his voice...


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