If You Really Cared

Carter is a 17 yr. old girl. She has been bullied by 5 boys for years. She has no idea why... Her abusive dad and best friend/little sister have just died. Her mom kills herself over it. All in one day, Carters life is changed forever...

***(the boys are NOT famous in this story... their each around he ages of 16-18...)***


23. Chapter 19

Louis's POV

"She will be up anytime now..." the doctor said as he walked into the room again. "Thanks..." Niall spoke. We were all seared in four chairs that lined the wall. Zayn stood by the door, there was another chair but he didn't sit. Carter was still passed out, after we had calmed Zayn down we drove her straight to the hospital. I still cant believe he'd do this to her, I mean I know I did but I never really understand her side of it. I know he did, he was there when she was almost raped, he was there when we read those notes on her phone, he was there when her brother almost died and when her mom committed suicide. He knew everything, he experienced it all, and yet he still hated her... Why?! Was all I could ask myself.

"So she'll be awake... when?" Harry asked. The nurse was now in the room and she was messing around with some chords like nurses do.

"We are not all that sure but she should wake up sometime today..." she answered she didn't even bother looking at us.

"Wait. Did she just move?!" Liam asked anxiously. I moved beside the bed and laid my hand gently over hers. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around.

"Hi..." she whispered and I smiled. "Hey," I replied and she looked to our hands. I quickly lifted mine off thinking I was bothering her. She gently pulled it back down and smiled. I felt my cheeks go red and I knew I was blushing.

"Carter! How do you feel?!" Niall moved quickly to my side. "Im fine.." she sighed. I noticed she looked at Zayn and moved. I knew she was uncomfortable around him.

"Umm, so when can I go home?" she quietly asked. "I don't know... Ill ask," Liam stood up he walked out to find the nurse that had left a few minutes ago. They both came back in and the doctor followed.

"How you feeling sweetie?" the doctor smiled at her. "I'm fine I guess," she answered without a smile.

"So we're thinking you can go home sometime tomorrow... We need to do a few more tests and if all goes well, you'll be up and about by lunch tomorrow!" he kept smiling. "Ok." she seemed a bit happier.

"So are you sure nothing seems uncomfortable or..." the nurse spoke up.

"Im good," Carter said and she looked at Zayn again. "Ok well I'll be back in a while and until then keep calm, ok?" the doctor asked.

"K..." she said. "You want us to stay?" I asked and she stared to Zayn. I could see the fear in her eys and he stared straight ahead at the wall.

"Ummm, you don't have to," she sighed. "I am!" Niall piped up and she smiled at him. "Me too!" Harry smiled his cheeky smile and she giggled.

"I'll be right here," I rubbed her hand gently with my thumb. "Me too Carter," Liam said taking his seat. Zayn didn't say anything he walked out of the room.

"Ill take that," Liam stood back up and followed him out.

Zayn's POV

I sat in the waiting seats and held my head in my hands. I didn't know if I felt sorry or happy about what I did... I had really mixed feelings right now and it was very annoying.

"You alright?" Liam sat beside me and I lifted my head up.

"I just don't know... I mean Im sorry for what I did, but." he interrupted me.

"Look we all used to do the same thing... I understand how it feels to have the power but you have to try and understand how she must feel," I sort'v understood what he meant.

"I mean were kinda all she's got... Her mom is dead, Aaron died, her sister died, her dad... well we don't know, Kyle is ummm, nevermind, and after that its her. Just her." I sighed.

"I know its just..." he interrupted again. "Look I know its hard, but I also know you don't want to be a person she crys about at night... Hell man... You heard her life story its filled with hurt," he paused. "She was beaten, bullied, raped, her mom committed suicide. All she knows is death. You don't want to help with that..." he finished.

"I know I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Don't tell me that, tell the girl in the hospital because of you..." he got up and left, just like that he was gone. I sighed. I knew I needed to but what if she didn't forgive me?

I don't care... If she doesn't forgive me. She'll etleast know that I am sorry...

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