Styles Boys

Recovery

Edward's POV:

I wake up slowly from what felt like a never ending nap. I feel a warm body curled up to my side and someone else's fingers gliding over my cheek. Another pair of hands are clutching on to my hand. 

 I weakly open my eyes to see my brothers and Louis on my bed, holding me. I take in a deep breath and wiggle my fingers to alert them. Their eyes shoot to my face so I guess I have their attention. 

"What happened?" I whisper out hoarsely. 

My voice seems to be almost gone. And my throat hurts like hell! Harry starts tearing up and leans over me to get in Louis' embrace. Louis holds my hand in one of his and rubs Harry's lower back with the other. 

 Marcel gives me a weak smile, "Do you not remember, Eddy?" 

Remember what?
Come on Edward!
Remember!
What happened?

 I push myself to lean my back against the headboard and start going over my day in a gravelly voice, "I was heading to class."
I don't remember! 
"I was going to class, when someone pulled me into the bathroom. They were so aggressive and..."
I take a deep breath and continue shakily, "They said they weren't going to, to... rape me."
Breathe.
"They pulled out a knife and, held me down... He started c-cutting off my precious hair! I begged and begged him to stop! I didn't know what to do!"
Marcel pulled me into his arms as I tried to keep it together, "I said I would do anything! Anything, and they chose to take it from me!"
Harry is watching me through glassy eyes and clutching Louis' shoulders.
"They pulled off my pants and... r-raped m-me." 
I felt my breath quicken, reliving the memories. All the pain and fear came screaming back at me. Their faces haunting my mind, their voices fill my mind. I try to swallow and finish the story,
"After the first one finished, it was the other ones turn. Before I passed out I remember it hurt so bad and I was screaming for help and no one came! You didn't save me! I was all alone!"

 It was pouring rain outside and thunder was booming. I'm furious and heart broken.
They said they cared about me! My brothers should love me! And why is Louis still here? He doesn't actually care about me, he doesn't care about anybody but himself! He just wants us to suck his dick! 

"Edward!" Marcel interrupts my thoughts. "Don't think that! It's not true!" 

 I glare at Marcel and grab his shirt collar, "I told you, I don't like it when you're in my mind!" 

I wrestle around with him, finally pinning him down on the bed, strangling him. He claws at my arms, then I feel another pair of arms wrap around my waist, pulling me upwards. Harry comes into view and works with Marcel to pull my arms away. So it must be Louis dragging me away. He yanks hard one last time and I lose my hold on Marcel. He starts coughing and heaving in breaths while Harry calms him. 

 Louis tripped back when I lost my hold and fell to the ground with me in his lap. I let out a cry, feeling the soreness in my bum. I try to get up but struggle and stay on Louis. He pulls me more comfortably in his lap and strokes what remains of my hair. Whispering things in my ear, I try to forget he only wants me for his own pleasures.

 I push him back and jump away from his lap. I run to the door but it slams closed, I look at Marcel holding his throat and holding his hand out at the door.
That little asshole used his stupid telekinesis to keep me prisoner!

 I exhale angrily and glance at the window. We're on the second floor so it wouldn't be easy, but I don't have another choice. I slowly and nonchalantly walk to the window, feeling everyone's gaze.