I somehow managed to fall back asleep even though Zayn was still holding my hand. I even made it through the night without a nightmare, something that hasn't happened since the day before I started to get beat. I felt like I was moving, and then I felt someone holding me and flinched. The person slowed down and I slowly opened my eyes to see Zayn carrying me somewhere. As soon as I realized it was him I relaxed. I don't know why but for some reason I felt safe around him. "I can walk," I stated. He shook his head no and said," No the doctor said you have a broken rib and you need to walk as little as possible so me and the guys will mainly be carrying you around for a few weeks." I put my head in my hands, groaning I quietly said," I'm to fat." He stopped completely and forced me to look up at him. I flinched slightly but he ignored it. "You are not fat,ugly,worthless,stupid or anything else, you are perfect okay?" As Zayn stopped saying that I burst into tears and sobbed into his chest. By the time I quieted down we were in the car. Since there wasn't enough space I had to sit on Zayn's lap, I'm not complaining though. He is the only one I trust completely. I kept my face hid in his chest and silently cried as he stroked my hair. I got a bit more comfortable and ended up falling asleep to him humming in my ear and playing with my hair. I woke up in a dark room on a bed. I went to stand up but then realized someone's arm was around my waist. I started to freak out until I saw it was Zayn. As if on cue Zayn fluttered open his eyes and smiled at me. I tried to smile back but instead I found myself fighting back tears. "Are you alright?" Zayn asked with concern. I shook my head no and ran out of the room. "Wait Camilla!!" Zayn yelled, then I heard a thud and assumed he fell out of the bed. I kept running until I bumped into someone I looked up to see Mr. Curly Fry standing there. "Are you okay?!" He asked alarmed. I yelled in frustration, " I am clearly not okay so why does everyone keep asking me that?!!" I stormed off and ran out the door, as far as I can from everything. My ribs were on fire but I ignored it. I heard my name being called in the distance but I kept running till I ended up in the woods. I ran quickly and climbed a tree as high as I could. After ten minutes all the guys stood near the tree I was currently perched in. They looked around with wide eyes then took off in different directions. I stayed put and slowly felt myself drift off. I woke up to a loud noise. I climbed down the tree and started to walk in a random direction. I soon found myself at a pond and thought it would be a great place to camp out at for a little while. I heard a rustling in the bushes next to me. I screamed and tried to run but a hand was quickly placed over my mouth. "Shh, its okay sweetheart, its not going to hurt, much!" The sick man laughed. I continued to thrash around and trying to scream. I heard someone say my name and then I was released and lying on the ground. Zayn quickly scooped me up and ran to the car with the others. I closed my eyes since I was feeling nauseous and the running didn't help. "Are you okay? Camilla talk to me!" Liam pleaded. I started to cry and soon I was pulled into Zayn's lap. "Its okay, shh, everything will be okay," Zayn cooed to me. I sobbed into his shirt, holding on for dear life. He rocked me back and forth as I cried into his chest. Soon though he picked me up and started walking, that's when I realized that we were at the guys house. He packed me into his room and set me down. I was crying silently while holding my side. My broken rib was only a minor factor in the reason I was crying. He seemed to notice my sore rib because he left the room and returned with a glass of water and my pain meds the doctor prescribed. I quickly took the pills with the water and closed my eyes. Zayn climbed into bed beside me and gently pulled me into his arms. "I don't know what to do," I cried softly while hiding my face in his neck. I feel so worthless, stupid, unimportant, everything anyone has ever said to me was true. "No its not!! You are a beautiful, smart, important, and worthy of anyone's time!! Never believe anything like that," Zayn said. I must of accidentally said it out loud. "Its all true though," I whispered as my eyes closed. "Never," Zayn said before I was completely taken over by darkness.
* Nightmare *
"Get over here you little twit!!" My dad yelled at me. My small ten year old body walked over to him. If its one thing I have learned over the past two years it was to always obey. He grabbed my hair and smashed head against the wall. I shrieked out in pain. He smirked realizing my mistake. I had just broke rule #3. Never make a sound when getting punished. I don't usually do anything to get punished but they always came up with excuses. Anyways after I shrieked out in pain my dad smirked and punched me in my stomach. "Everyone wishes you were never even born!!" He screamed at me before I passed out.*Present*
"Wake up Camilla, please, your having a nightmare!!" I heard someone scream. I opened my eyes only to be met with another five pair. I screamed and tried to shrink back into the bed until I realized it was just the guys. I wrapped my arms around all of them and cried in their arms. They held me for what felt like hours but it was probably only five minutes. "You should get some more sleep," Niall said, them they all slowly retracted their arms. "No!!" I screamed then blushed like mad. "I-I m-mean um could y-you guys er like s-stay here with m-me?" I asked, stuttering through the whole question. They grinned like crazy and suddenly I was surrounded by a mass of bodies. Everyone made sure to watch out for my rib but they were all also cuddled into a part of me. Liam on my right and Zayn on the left. Louis by my head and Harry by my feet. And the little Blondie was spread across my legs. I smiled to myself and fell asleep cuddled by the ones I'm starting to love.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Okay so just to clear things up a little. She is NOT fat but everyone called her worthless, stupid, ugly, fat, etc. So she now believes it.... ♥ I love you all and if you read this little note....thank you for reading my book!!!!♥
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Moving On
RandomHi my name is Camilla and I have been bullied for a very long time. It started when I was eight. People at school started to hate me and then my parents turned on me. I just want to run away, never see anyone from the past again. Move on, you know?