Not In That Way *Completed*

There is always that one little thing that can keep a person stable. That one little thing that makes a person feel alive. The thing that can make a person smile even when they are having a bad day.

For Cora Smith that thing is more like a someone. Her someone is Zachary Dawson. Her long time best friend and the person that saved her when her life was in shambles. For years, she has been battling for his attention against all the other girls around her. However, little did she know she had him wrapped around her little finger since the very beginning.

Join Cora on her journey in discovering the truth about Zachary, while all the while she is consumed with the fear that, in the end, the only words she will hear from him are, "I'm sorry, believe me, I love you, but not in that way......"

*Based on the song, "Not in That Way" by Sam Smith*


5. Chapter 4

*Cora's POV*

The annoying beeping of the machine continued, never allowing me to rest. I hadn't had any visitors today. I wasn't sure that anyone would ever come. Every hour or so a nurse comes in the room and checks up on me. The nurse had just left the room, when the door opened again and another nurse stepped through.

"Hi, sweetie. You have a visitor. Are you up for it?" she asks.

"I have a visitor?" I reply, shocked. 

"Yes. Are you up for it?" she says again.

"Yes. Of course!" I answer, a grin spreading across my face.

He came to see me... 

"Okay. I'll let them in." she tells me.

I sit up in bed and straighten my hair, not wanting to look like an idiot in front of him.

The door opens and a familiar head pops in. A woman walks into the room and comes to stand at the side of my bed.

"Hello, sweetie! You're awake!" the woman says.

"Um, not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" I ask, hoping that she wouldn't get offended. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I figured you would remember me! You were the one who saved me. The night of the accident when your father was about to hit me again, you diverted his attention. Unfortunately, he ended up hurting you in the end, but I just wanted to thank you. You are very brave. You gave me enough time to get up and call the police. They arrived just after he pushed you and they took him away. He is claiming that you fell, but I saw him push you." she rants, ending with a frown.

"Wait what? He hurt me? What happened?" I asked, shocked.

"Oh dear, you don't remember?" she worries. 

"They told me that I fell. They never said anything about my father pushing me." 

"This isn't my story to tell. I shouldn't of said anything. Oh goodness." she says, as she walks back out the door. 

Just as her presence leaves the room, a sharp pain washes over me. The pain so strong that I have to cradle my head and press my fingers against my temple. Images flash through my mind. A woman. Banging. A phone call. A window. A key. Blood. Darkness.

Oh my gosh....He pushed me. 

Tears spill down my cheeks. Shock filled my veins as the realization finally set in. My father abused me.... I can't believe that he would do this to me. At this point I am a complete mess. I am sobbing as hard as I can. I just can't believe that he would betray me like this.. I knew that my father was a drinker and I knew that he wasn't the friendliest to be around when he was drunk, but I never thought that he would hurt me like this.... His words disgust me... Tears continue to trail down my face and I am struggling to breath, as an arm comes to wrap around my shoulders and I am pulled into somebody's chest. I inhale the person's scent and immediately relax, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

"Zach..." I whisper. 

"I'm here...You can let it all out..." he answers, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

I lay in the hospital bed, half sitting up, sobbing into his chest for what seems like hours. Once my tears finally dried up, I pull away and punch Zach in the chest. 

"You're a jerk." I say, barely above a whisper. 

"I just comforted you for half an hour and I am a jerk?" he smirks.

"You ignored me." I say, my lips forming a pout.

"You told me to stay away." he replies, mimicking me. 

"I don't want you to now." I tell him, looking anywhere but at him.

"Okay. Then I will make sure that I will be here for you whenever you need me." he answers, a small smile on his face.

"Good." I snap. I am unable to hold back the smile that creeps onto my face.

"So, what happened? Why were you crying and why are you in the hospital?" he asks.

"Well, I was originally told that I fell down the stairs and I hit my head pretty hard. I have a broken leg and arm. I also have a slight concussion and a pretty deep slit down the back of my head. When I woke up here, I had no idea why I was here. I knew that I had gotten hurt some how, but I didn't know how. They just told me I fell. Then this lady came in and started thanking me and telling me about how brave I was. I had no idea what she was talking about then she got upset and left. Then I got my memory back." I murmur, my head turning my head towards the floor. 

Zach takes ahold of my chin and turns my head to face his. 

"What happened? Don't be afraid to tell me. I won't judge you." he whispers.

"Well you know how my dad is always drunk and so I was in my room and heard a crash. When I went downstairs to see what it was, I saw my dad standing over a woman about to hit her, the same woman that came to visit me. I called out to him and he went crazy and chased me up the stairs. I was able to get into my room and lock the door before he was able to make it up the stairs. I went and sat in the corner......and.....I called you...," I pause, watching as a look of shock crosses his face, before continuing. "You told me to stop calling you and that you weren't going to answer if I called you again. I then put all of my faith in getting out of the window and I was almost all the way out and then my dad got inside and pulled my back in. He beat me a bit. He told me that I was a mistake. He said that this would feel great. I had no idea what he was talking about, until he picked me up and pushed me down the stairs. The lady was able to call the police and they showed up just after he pushed me. He is still trying to claim that I just fell, but it is my word against his." 

Once my speech is done, we sit in silence as Zach sits there and stares at me. After a while, he lets out a sigh full of anger and stands up. Zach begins to pace in front of me. His hands pulling on his hair. He lets out an angry scream and bangs his fist into the door. I gasp and he visibly stiffens. He turns to look at me. His expression is full of anger, but his eyes are full of unshed tears.  

"I don't know what to say." he says, walking towards me.

"I just can't believe he did that to you and I want to kill him for it. A girl like you never deserves to have to feel that kind of emotional and physical pain. I'm just so pissed off at myself. If I had just let you finish your sentence, I could have saved you. You wouldn't be in the hospital." he growls, pulling at his hair again.

"Zach, it isn't your fault. It is nobody's fault but-" I begin to say, before he interrupts me. 

"Don't give me that bullshit, Cora! It is my fault! I could have saved you! You wouldn't be here right now if I would of just let you talk. Your dad would be in jail you would be safe. I was just so pissed of at you. I hated that you told me to leave you alone because I don't want you to go back to that girl that you used to be five years ago! You were depressed and even though you never told me, I know that you considered killing yourself. I was there for you and you changed, it was like you were a different person. You were happy and by you pushing me away, I felt like you were gonna try to hurt yourself. I really don't think that I would be able to live in a world without you. It would be complete torture. I know that I am only a friend, but you are like a little sister to me and it kills me that, that coward hurt you and I wasn't there to help you at all." he finishes, breathing heavily. 

"Zach..." I mutter. 

"I'm sorry. I have to go. I'll talk to you later." he says, before opening the door and leaving me sitting there wondering what the hell just happened. 

Well, I guess that is what it feels like to be friendzoned. I sigh, before laying back on my pillows and finally drifting off to sleep.


A/N: Hey guys!!
This is a lot shorter than I expected it to be, but I am having a bit of writer's block. This definitely isn't my best work and I hoped that it would be better than it is. 

Well I hope that you guys liked it. 

If you did enjoy it don't forget to, like, comment, and follow me!!

Sorry if there are any mistakes.

See you guys next week. 

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