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Over Again

Zayn's PoV
Usually, when a One Direction song comes on the radio, we all scramble to turn up the volume, screaming out the lyrics at the top of our lungs. However, seeing as it was only me, I had no one to fight.
Not that I wanted to turn it up. The song, Over Again was so tactfully chosen at this particular moment. The lyrics fit with how I felt towards both Perrie and Jade. I didn't want to leave either's side. Perrie, bless her heart, looked so broken when I'd left. I just knew she was blaming herself for what had happened, and that was such a heartbreaking thought. And looking at Jade, passed out on her bed, cuts and bruises embellishing her already delicate body . . . well, I couldn't put my anger in to words. Instead, I merely beat at the steering wheel, yelling with fury.
The girls didn't deserve this. Jade didn't deserve this. That wasn't an accident. She was attacked. Over, and over, and over again.
Over Again. Those damn lyrics.
The road in front of me was empty, no cars in sight. I knew I shouldn't be driving, I'd had at least six champagnes. But the sight of Jade was enough to sober me up.
God, Jade. Why someone would do that to her, was beyond me. It infuriated me. I've known Jade for at least four years now. She was like a sister to me.
And that's what made it worse.

I reached the hotel, at twenty minutes past two. I took the lift up to our floor, on the top of the hotel. Our room was massive, due to the five boys all staying in it.
I knocked in the door, and was greeted by a smiling Louis. As I walked in, I was surprised to see that everyone was there, all sprawled across the room. Harry was laying across Niall's lap, casually, and Louis and Liam were locked in a furious battle of FIFA 15.
"What are you still doing up? For God sake it's half two!" I cried, throwing my jacket and keys on to the table.
"Woah, what's crawled up you're bum?" Liam asked, pausing the Xbox, swivelling to look at me.
I rubbed my eyes, exhaling.
"Hey, man, you alright? You look really pale" Harry asked, hauling himself off the sofa to stand beside me.
I glanced at their faces, and knew that they would find out as some point. And that it was only fair they here now. Plus, Jade's not only like a sister to me, she's like a sister to the others too. Liam I knew was particularly close. And Niall too. Harry, I sensed something about him . . . but I wasn't sure.
I took a deep breath.
"Do you know how we all thought that Jade had gone home with Sam?" I felt Harry shift unconfortably. There, I knew there was something up.
"Yeah . . ." Louis egged on.
"Well, she didn't. Me and Perrie found her in their flat, throwing up in the toilet. She could of been there for hours for all we know."
"My God, is she alright?" Niall leapt.
"Yeah. Well, actually, she's not" I corrected myself. "She had no energy at all, so me and Perrie had to sort of assist her to the sofa. We spotted a graze on her cheek, it looks like she was hit."
The boys all gasped, shocked.
"Perrie tried to get some answers out of her, but all she kept saying was 'why doesn't he want me? Why doesn't he want me?'. The last thing she said before she passed out was 'I'm worthless. He said I was worthless'" I spat, bitterly. I felt physically ill.
"Who?" Louis demanded, his expression as grave and serious as the rest of ours.
"Sam" Harry growled, fiercely.
"We think" I confirmed.
I fetched some water from the tap, downing it in a few gulps, staring in to space.
"That's not all, is it?" Liam breathed, narrowing his eyes. I shook my head.
"Perrie found . . . other marks, when she stripped her down for bed. Bruises, grazes, gashes" I listed. "Deep cuts, and purple bruises. So many bruises."
An eerily silence filled the room, like some kind of most, engulfing us, suffocating me.
"There was this dark bruise on her neck. He'd strangled her" I stated, my voice filled with horror and disdain. "No wonder she didn't want to talk. He'd fucking strangled her."
I threw the glass to the floor, shattering it. I let all the emotions wash over me. Anger. Hurt. Hatred. Distress. Outrage. Infuriation.
I fled the room to throw up in the toilet. I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one who was sick.