Love will Conquer all (sequel to Kidnapped by Who?!)

Chapter 5

Please read the authors note at the end :)

Jesslyn POV

One week later

When I had woken up the boys were all in my face asking various questions. They had to be escorted out considering I was very unfamiliar with them, and i was still recovering.

They explained everything from: the kidnapping, dating Niall (which was hard to believe, until they showed me various tweets made by myself), and finally the accident.

I have yet to talk to any of them since they told me to allow the information to sink in.

The doctors were finally releasing me today, and since I had no where else to go, the boys were coming to take me "home".

I pulled the hoodie over my head, as they all started piling in the room pushing and shoving each other. I stood awkwardly waiting for them to settle down.

"Erm, ready to go?" Liam asked.

In response, I nodded my head as they led me to their car.

Niall opened the door and motioned for me to get in.

Louis was driving with Liam in the passenger side. Niall, Harry and Zayn were in the middle, and I sat by myself in the very back. 

I still wasn't very comfortable with them, since it only felt like i've known them for a week.

The car ride was silent. No one dared to say a word, or even play some music.

When we finally got to the flat, I could feel a slight familiarity. I could remember where everything was.

"I'm going to take a shower." I mumbled to no one in particular.

"Yell if you need help." Someone replied.

Slowly but surely I made it up the stairs, my ribs protesting every step.

I went into my room, laid out a fresh pair of clothes on the bed, and grabbed a towel.

I stripped off my clothes, all stared at myself. My midsection was covered in a layer of dark bruises, as well as my face.

Disgusted with my image, I stepped into the hot water, letting it relax my tense muscles.

I got out only because my fingers looked like raisins, and wrapped myself in a huge towel.

I padded across the floor, wincing in pain as I wanted to get to my room as quickly as possible. I got dressed and went back into the bathroom to comb through my hair.

After tying my hair into a bun, I slowly placed the brush on the counter top, noticing a shaving razor not three inches from my hand.

I let go of the brush, making it fall to the floor with a loud thud.

This is what controlled my life so many years ago. I lifted my shirt tracing the ridged scars that covered my stomach.

I brushed my fingers across the plastic, grasping it.

Images of me sitting in the same bathroom started flashing through my mind.

I was holding a different razor, except this one didn't have plastic surrounding it, or a safety guard. The boys were pounding on the door begging to be let in as I sliced through the fresh skin.

When they finally broke the door down, the razor was grabbed from my fingertips, as I screamed begging to die.

Memory over...

I held the plastic tighter, craving to feel the cool metal against my skin, hoping to take the constant want to remember everything.

I set the razor on my wrist, not making a single mark. The coolness sent shivers down my spine. 

I closed my eyes taking it all in, without breaking skin.

I could feel another presence enter the room.

"Jesslyn. Put. The. Razor. Down. Now." I opened my eyes and saw Harry standing in the doorway with wide eyes. I slowly started backing away.

"What's up with all this noise?" Niall said appearing behind Harry.

Harry moved to the side, allowing Niall to see me.

I gripped the razor tighter in pure fear of what might happen. Deep down I knew Niall had changed, but I still cant see him like that. In my mind, he was still my bully.

As soon as he saw me, I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"Please put it down." He pleaded cautiously.

I shook my head.

He took a step forward, and I took one back.

He kept advancing toward me, as I continued backing up, until I hit the wall.

I was shaking like crazy as he put his hand out. I flinched and closed my eyes as I waited for the hit, punch or anything that would hurt me for almost doing what I did.

When the blow didn't come, I slowly peeled my eyes open, seeing Niall in front of me with his arm outstretched, and his hand open.

I looked at him confused. "Hand it over." He simply stated motioning to the razor. I placed it in his hand. "Why?"

"I just want to remember."

"You will."

"How do you know?"

"The doctor said we just have to surround you with familiar things. Go through a daily routine, and it should come back in no time." He smiled at me.

"N-Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I remembered something." I explained what I had seen in the images.

"Sadly that did happen. It was when we first took you. See, what did I tell yah. You'll remember everything soon."

"I sure hope so."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Uhm ok."

"Were you going to do it? I mean just now."

"I don't know." I mumbled looking to the ground.

"If you ever feel like you want to do it again, even if you're not going to do it, talk to one of us. We are here for you Jess. No matter what. I know you don't remember, but were family, and we don't like seeing you hurting inside."

"I will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

A/N

This chapter was kinda hard to write.. The reason I wanted yall to read this is that if you need to vent, or even need someone to talk to, dont hesitate to KIK me @jellybeans14514 :)

I hope this is longer than the last one, and makes up for the last couple.

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Lots of love my little giraffes 

~Jess