One Direction are my Babysitters

This One's A Fighter

I took a deep breath, my insides burning with pain. I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry – especially in front of them, proving my weakness - but it was proving a much difficult task than I had thought. I continued to hold the tissue to my still bleeding nose, as I crawled over to the kitchen. Nobody was there. Where were the boys?

Caroline turned around, her body still on the floor, where she was greeted with four of the boys. Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam. 

“Did any of us tell you to move, bitch?” Liam spat, shoving his leg into hers powerfully, making her to groan in pain and shuffle away from them slightly. 

“N-no.” Caroline muttered, staring at her legs as she slowly took the handkerchief away from her face. She stared at the blood that had saturated the tissue. 

“Go, get out of our faces, before we hit you again.” Zayn yelled, raising his fists. 

Caroline put her hands up in front of her face in defence. “Don’t hit me.”

“SCATTER YOU STUPID SLUT!” Harry yelled in her face. She immediately obeyed his order and stood up as fast as her sore legs would take her. She ran out the front door and sat on the steps of the front yard. 

Caroline put her hands in her lap and dropped her head into her hands, where she started crying. Several warm tears rolled down her cheeks and rested in her hands. ‘Why me?’ she thought, ‘What have I ever done to deserve this?’ 

She looked up for a moment at the face of Niall. Caroline shuffled back, not wanting to be hit by him. 

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, meeping and weeping on our front door step, stupid? Someone might think you are a fucking fan! Get the fuck out of here you little skank!” he muttered at her. Again, Caroline did as she was told and left their property, leaving a smiling Niall watching after her. 

Caroline didn’t go straight home. She didn’t want to go home. She went for a walk down the street where she was spotted by two of her class mates from school – they weren’t friends.

“Oi, skank. Caroline! Dick fuck! What do you think you are doing, roaming around the streets like that? You look like a piece of shit that’s been thrown into a bin, you dumb shit.” The shorter of the two yelled from across the street. Her name was Maggie.

Maggie was popular, pretty and had everything that she could ever want. She had dark brown hair that curled where she wanted it to be curled, and was straight where she wanted it to be straight. Maggie was wearing dark blue jeaned shorts with a white singlet. The weather had gotten to her, even through that cake that she wore on her face. Apparently stuff like that was “fashionable”.

The person standing next to her was Maggies boyfriend, Greg. He was part of the school jocks and the two would have a ‘let’s beat up Caroline because we are bored and we want to have fun’ sessions. 

He was broad shouldered and had rustic blonde hair. Greg was gorgeous, of course, and rather tall for a footballer. 

“The fuck do you want Maggie?” Caroline stood straight, her feet firmly slapped onto the concrete path. She had found her feet, but didn’t know what to do once she did.

“Shit you just say to my girlfriend, slut?” Greg said, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, her face obviously rubbing onto his white shirt, making a patch orange. 

“What are you planning on doing about it, Greg? I’m guessing your little cake “girlfriend” here can’t fend for herself, that’s why she’s got you…. And another 4 or 5 guys up her sleeve… and her vagina.” She scoffed her feet, not looking away from the couple. What Caroline had just said, however, was true. Maggie was practically a slut, she had every guy falling for her and she would take them all for granted.