Change // z.m.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

***Zayn's POV***

I walked Carliey home once the storm cleared. She had her head on my shoulder as we walked slowly. I was still in shock about seeing her cuts on her thighs. Her perfect thighs. Her perfect skin was ruined, and the scars would replace it. Had I been the only person she's told? Did I even want to know? Was I supposed to keep it a secret?

"Zayn, you've been quiet ever since you saw..." Carliey said as she lifted her head from my shoulder. I shot her a smile and put an arm around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I ju-"

"You just need some space to think about it." She stated like she knew that was the answer.

"No. No no. I don't need to think about it. I just want to know why you cut." We had stopped in our tracks and we were looking at each other. Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes.

"I-I can't tell you." She whispered, taking her beautiful deep blue eyes off of me. I put my hand under her chin and made her look up at me.

"That's okay." The corners of her mouth curved into a smile and I felt my lips doing the same thing. "You just tell me when you're ready, okay?" Carliey nodded as her smile grew and she showed some teeth.

I never realized that we had stopped in front of her house. "Thanks Zayn." She whispered. I shrugged my shoulders grabbing her cell phone out of her hand. I made sure to add myself to her contacts.

"If you ever need me, text, call, I don't care. I'll be here for you." Carliey smiled again and took her phone from my hands.

Carliey threw her arms around my neck and I stumbled back a bit. I slowly wrapped my arms around her and embraced her. "Thank you." She mumbled into my neck. "Please don't tell anyone about.."

"Okay." I replied knowing what she was getting at. Carliey pulled away and I started walking away. How hard could it be keeping her cuts a secret?

***Carliey's POV***

I walked into the dark house making sure to shut the door behind me. My feet automatically started carrying me to my bedroom, but stopped short when I heard someone clear their throat. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. "Where have you been?" The deep raspy voice boomed. My breath caught in my throat as I heard movement and then a warm touch on my skin on my neck.

"I-I've been out." I replied, know that it was my dad. I knew what he was gonna do. My dad was gonna abuse me.

"You smell like a guy." My dad yelled. I flinched at his voice. "Why do you smell like a guy?!" He yelled again as he grabbed my throat and slapped my face. "HUH?! ANSWER ME YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!"

"I-I was at a friends house during the st-storm." I replied gasping for air as I clawed at his hand.

"Looks like I gotta teach you another lesson." He says as he throws me on the couch. I started shaking, not knowing what was about to happen. "Take your pants off." My heart dropped. Was he gonna rape me? "I SAID TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF." He yelled repeating himself. I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off and let them fall down to my ankles. "Underwear too. I gotta teach you a lesson bitch." I swallowed hard as I slowly slid my underwear down and let it hit my pants.

My dad grabbed my arm roughly and managed to flip me over. I heard him fumbling with unbuckling his belt for a few seconds and after that I heard nothing. It was absolutely quiet besides my shaky breaths. "D-Dad?" I stuttered.

Silence.

I opened my mouth to talk again when something cool came across my bum striking it with force and leaving a stinging sensation. I let out an ear piercing scream that could have broke any surrounding glass, had there been any. "Shut up! If you don't, I'll make it hurt worse. Understood?" I nodded my head as my dad grabbed a handful of hair and yanked my head back. "Put this in your mouth." He demanded as he shoved a crinkled up wash-cloth into my mouth. It was dry and it didn't taste good. What did I do to deserve this? To be abused?