Your Guardian Angel || Liam Payne {Completed}

Chapter Eight: Secrets Exposed?

*Makayla's POV*

     "Mac. Mac! Makayla! Wake the hell up!" Matt says raising his voice towards the end. I groan as my blinds are open to let the morning sunshine in. "Oh quit."

     "How about no." I mumble. All of a sudden I feel a shadow come over me. Oh shit. "Matt. Don't eve- AHHHHH!!!!!" I scream and Matt tickles my sides. "Ow. OW! Matt! STOP!" I yell as he tickles me and it starts to hurt the bruise on my stomach Reagan left from her kick. Finally I decide on elbowing Matt in the stomach so he'll stop.

     "Ouch. What the hell was that for!?" 

     "When I said stop I meant it."

     "Wait… I hurt you?"

     "No…" I say clutching my stomach.

     "Let me see." He says.

     "See what?"

     "Your stomach. Obviously there is something wrong with it. You keep grasping your stomach. Show me." I shake my head.

     "Makayla." he says quietly. I bite my lip, debating on wether to show Matt or not. I've only seen the bruise once and it's huge, and last I checked a bluish purple color. I look down and fiddle with the hem of my shirt. Suddenly two hands larger than mine come down and grab mine pulling them away from the shirt. I look up and meet my blue eyes to Matt's brown ones. "You can trust me." he says with a weak smile.

     "I know Matt. I just-"

     "Don't want me to blame myself? I know. I'm working on that. But Mac, you have to show me." I sigh and move my hands back down to the hem of the shirt and pull it up to expose the bruise. I hear Matt sigh. "I think you should stay home today. I'll call in sick." he says beginning to walk out of my room. 

     "No!" I say grabbing his wrist. "If you want me to stay home you go to work. You can't afford to miss work for me."

     "I'm not leaving you alone…" he says trailing off.

     "I don't car-"

     "I do Makayla! I can't just leave you alone all day." he says burying his head in his hands. "Mac…" he says plopping down on the bed shaking his head shamefully.

     "What?" 

     "Last night I… I found something…"

*Flashback*

*Matt's POV*

     I glance to my clock.

3:30am

I rub the sleep out of my eyes planing on going to the kitchen to get a drink.

     As I was walking to the kitchen I stop and take a quick glance to check on Makayla. I crack her door open and peak in. Out cold still. I smile to myself knowing at how great of a sister I have. 

     I go to the kitchen and fill a glass of water and drink a couple until I am no longer parched. I walk back to my room quietly. As I was about to lie down I realize I really need to use the toilet. I walk over to my toilet quickly and realize there is no toilet paper. I check under my sink. None. Guess I have to check Makayla's toilet. I quietly walk to her room and tip toe to her bathroom. I open the cabinet under the sink and grab a roll of paper. I look over to see how much she has to make shire we don't need to but more. Then something catches my eye. 

     A box labeled 'Heavy Duty Bandage' and another 'Antibiotic Cream' and then the worst horror of all a package of blades.

*End Flashback*

*Makayla's POV*

     My face flushed of all color. Matt knows. He saw them, my blades.

     "Let me see your wrists." he says quietly. I hesitantly hold my wrists out. Matt slowly pulls back my sleeves exposing the deep scars. 

     "I have them in other places too." I say as he examines them. "Some of them are words. See that one…" I say pointing to the scars on my forearm. "That's the newest. It says-"

     "Worthless? This one here says Slut. This one says Tramp. And this one says Hoe." he says pointing out the words to me. He looks up in shock. "Why the fuck would you do this to yourself?"

     "Reagan." I say simply. "And everyone from school." I mumble.

     "What!? Why?" he says in disbelief. I shrug causing him to shake his head. "What else do they say?" he says angrily.

     "They say I'm a waste of space, that Mum and Dad never loved me, and that I should… " I stop choking back the last part. I can't say that.

     "What is it?" Matt asks trying to get me to say it. I shake my head as tears form and threaten to spill over the brims of my eyes. "Mac. Tell me. I want to help you." I shake my head again squeezing my eyes shut. "Tell me!"

     "No Matt! I can't! Just leave it alone!" I cry burying my face in my hands. Matt preys them away.

     "Makayla! You need to tell me!"

     "They me I should kill myself! Happy!?"

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     I jump up screaming. I look over to my clock. 

5:30am.

     Was that a nightmare. Oh shit. I jump up and scurry to my bathroom and open the cabinet under the sink almost pulling it off the hinges. Phew. Everything's in its place. I close the cabinet sinking to the floor and signing in relief. 

Note to self: Find a new hiding place for your blades.

Knock Knock

     "Makayla? You okay?" I hear Matt yell through the door.

     "I'm fine." 

     "Why'd you scream?"

     "Bad dream." I reply with haste.

     "Oh. You want breakfast? I'm making pancakes."

     "Yeah sure. I'm going to shower and then I'll be down."

     "Okay." he says and I listen to hear him go down the stairs.

     Close call. I sigh and start stripping down for a shower that was well needed.

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Surprise it was a dream!! 

I know you're probably like "But... When will Matt find out!?"

I'm not telling :P haha

Sorry. There is going to be lots of bold language...

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~Dani.xx