Rose has been quiet all her life. She has a mysterious past that has something to do with everyone to hate her. But what happens when five new boys move into town and starts to take an interest in her?


7. Just Say It

They've started beating me every day. If I tried to run away, then there would be even more bruises. I made Louis swear that he wouldn't tell the boys that this was happening; despite his protests.

It became a routine; every day I would come home and Louis would help me get the duct tape off and clean up any cuts or scrapes that I had.

I had just got home from my daily beating, when I found Louis standing in front of the door waiting for me. I followed him to the kitchen, and we got the duct tape off of my mouth with out pulling off any skin. He handed me a wet towel, and I put it on my delicate lips; this had become normal for us.

We walked up to his room, and I took off my shirt so that he could check my wounds. The only reason I did this is because he had five sisters and had gotten used to seeing girls in their bras, so it didn't really affect him.

He got down on his knees, so that his face was level with my stomach, and used the other wet towel to carefully clean the purple and blue bruises.

There was a new purple mark on my stomach, bigger than the others, and Louis frowned when he noticed it. He came closer and gently put his lips to the purple mark. I winced at the touch.

"This has to stop," Louis whispered, standing up. I put my shirt back on, and looked down at my feet in shame.

"I just don't want to see you being hurt like this anymore. If you would just tell me who is doing this to you, then we could report them, and they would be expelled, they might even go to jail," he pleaded.

"But they'll come for me," I whimpered, holding back the tears.

"Then I will protect you," Louis whispered,wrapping his arms around me.

I loved this feeling. It's weird, you would think that a quiet girl like me would be a lot more shy with boys, but I'm not. I get caught up in moments, and I guess I just can't help it. What can I say; I'm not like other girls. My question is why these boys put up with me acting like this.

Eventually, we had to pull apart.

"Rose I have to tell you something," he said, pressing his forehead to mine. I could see in his eyes that he was unsure, but I wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Just say it," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut, expecting the worst.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, but finally broke the tension.

“I like you, Rose. I just get butterflies in my stomach whenever I’m around you, and all I want to do is hold you and make you as safe as possible, even though you won’t let me,” Louis said, sighing afterwards and waiting for my response.

“I really like you too, Louis, and honestly, I feel safest in your arms,” I replied, looking him in the eyes, still a bit shocked that he didn’t completely reject me.

He smiled, and pecked my lips.

“Dinner’s here!” I heard one of the boys yell from downstairs.

“Do you think we should tell them?” Louis mumbled against my lips. I pulled away a little bit, and brushed my nose against his as I shook my head.

“It would make for a very awkward dinner,” I said.

“Well, we have to tell them sometime, why not now?” he asked, taking a step back.

“Fine, how about when everyone is done eating?” I replied. Eating, something that I haven’t been doing much of.

“Okay,” Louis said, and we walked down stairs.

When we got to the kitchen, we found three boxes of pizza stacked on the counter, and Harry, Niall, Zayn, and Liam eating huge New York Style pieces of pizza.

There’s no way I’m eating an entire piece. That voice in my head hasn’t said anything since I tried to kill myself, but she might come back, and I don’t want her to. Louis handed me a plate with the biggest slice of pizza I have ever seen. If you take one bite of that then she will be back, I thought to myself.

I sat there, staring at the pizza. I could see the grease sitting on top of the cheese. I could almost see it seeping into the thin crust.

“Rose, eat your pizza,” Louis said, looking at me with a worried face.

"I-I'm not hungry," I lied, and of course my stomach growled right after I said that.

"Come on Rose, it's really good," Niall mumbled through his mouthful of food.

"That's okay, I'm not a huge fan of pizza, I'll just find something else to eat in the kitchen," I said, and left the room.

I walked into the kitchen, and searched the fridge for a salad or something. I heard someone come in, and turned to find Liam.

"Why are you still doing this?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, which I have been doing a lot of today.

"You do to know what I'm talking about, Rose! You have to stop this, there is nothing to worry about!" he said, raising his voice.

I stuck my head back in the fridge, pretending to look for food as I blinked the tears away. I finally found a premixed bag of lettuce, and grabbed it before slamming the fridge door shut..

"I'm sorry Rose, its just... I worry about you," Liam said, mumbling the last part. I looked over at him, and he was looking down at his feet to hide the shame written all over his face.

"You shouldn't, I'm fine," I replied.

"No, I'm right to worry. I could see how you looked at that pizza; you wanted to eat it so bad, but you didn't"

"I'm just watching my weight, do you have a problem with that?"

"I have a problem with the fact that you have no weight to lose, yet for some reason you think you do"

Am I really that skinny? I guess I haven't actually looked at my body in a while.

"Thank you Liam, even though I don't think I'll ever believe the things you tell me, it still feels good when you say it. You're the best friend a girl could ever have," I said, and hugged him.

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