Faults, Scars, and Guitar Strings

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

"STOP IT! HAVEN'T YOU HAD ENOUGH?!" I screamed. It didn't help though because I received another blow to the face. "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!"

"You're alive," Damen spat, "That's good enough."

"HELP ME!" I screamed hoping someone would hear.

"Shut up," Zack yelled and punched me in the gut this time.

For weeks now they've spread rumors about me trying to ruin my reputation only for the school to ignore it then have me clear them up on TV. I snuck out of my house in a disguise to clear my head. My bodyguards have probably realized I'm gone by now and are out looking for me. This is why nobody wants me to go somewhere alone. As much as I want to be, I'm not a normal person. The one time I sneak out and Zack and Damen are waiting for me. I received a few more punches to the face before they pushed me to the ground and kicked me.

"We'll warn you again," Zack said, "We're taking our lives back so don't get in the way again."

I coughed a few times but could not form any words to say to them. They were done with me for now anyway because they left me in the alley. I waited a few minutes before I knew they were gone and I stood up. I limped out of the alley and down the street. I cannot believe nobody heard me screaming. I finally made it back to my house and my bodyguards rushed out to me. "We thought you were inside?! What happened?!"

I coughed again, "Call 911. Take me to the hospital or something. I'll explain everything on the way."

They helped me into the vehicle and I explained the situation on the way to the hospital. Because of my name I made it into a room immediately and the nurses began patching up my bruises while I got x-rays and cat scans done to make sure nothing else was wrong. My bodyguards called my parents for me along with David and Dylan to tell them what happened. To my surprise Lolita was the first one to walk in. "Kayla?! Oh my God what happened?!"

"What are you doing here?"

"David is finishing up filming for the day I told him I would come first."

"I wanted to clear my head so I went for a walk alone and Zack and Damen found me."

"They did this?!"

I nodded, "They hated that their plan wasn't working."

My parents walked in next and mom hugged me, "Are you okay? We spoke with the doctor before coming in."

I nodded, "Nothing is seriously wrong is it?"

Dad shook his head, "Just bruises."

"Good."

"You should move home for a week or two," Mom suggested, "Just until you heal."

I nodded, "Okay that's probably a good idea."

The doctor joined us in the room, "All your scans and x-rays came out good."

"There's nothing wrong?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "You have some severe bruising and cuts, but the nurses have gotten them all taken care of. I have a few prescriptions I want you to use to heal up those cuts and bruises, but you are free to go."

"Thank you doctor," mom said.

The doctor nodded, handed my dad the prescriptions, and left the room. "I'll get the prescriptions," Dad said, "and I'll meet you two at home."

Dylan walked into before we had a chance to leave, "Kayla?! Are you okay?! Oh my God what did they do to you?!"

"Mom, dad, can Dylan take me to my house to pack some clothes so we can talk? He will take me to your house after I promise."

"Sure," mom smiled, "We'll meet you at home."

Lolita kissed my cheek, "I'll visit tomorrow."

"Tell David I'm okay."

"I will, but he'll probably call anyway," she laughed.

I chuckled, "That's probably true."

As soon as we were alone Dylan immediately pulled me into a hug, "You look terrible. Are you okay? Who did this to you? What happened?"

"Calm down," I pulled away from him a little, "I'm okay. Zack and Damen beat me up. I snuck out because I needed to clear my head, but apparently Zack and Damen were waiting to get me alone so they could get even with me. They left me in an alley and I managed to make it home and I told my bodyguards to drive me here."

"I'm going to kill them," he muttered.

"Don't," I told him. "That's what they want. They want us to go off the deep end and do something bad because then we'll be proving everything they've been trying to do."

"I can't let them get away with doing that to you."

"It's okay," I smiled at him. "Bruises and cuts heal. I'm going to be okay."

"I can't do nothing."

"Yes you can," I told him, "Because that is the smart thing to do."

"I should have been there," he told me.

"There was no way we could have known they were waiting for me."

"Then promise me you won't go anywhere alone again."

I smiled, "I promise."

He hugged me again, "I was so worried when your bodyguard called and told me you were in the hospital."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. How do you feel?"

"Terrible," I admitted, "Everything hurts."

"What can I do?"

"Can you drive me to my house so I can get my things?"

"What for?"

"My parents said it's probably a good idea that I stay there for a week or two while I'm healing."

He nodded, "I can do that."

"And can you help me get out of this bed?"

He chuckled, "Sure, where are your clothes?"

"In that bag on the chair."

He passed me my clothes and I quickly slipped into my shorts and a t-shirt. My parents signed the papers so I could leave. Dylan kept his arm around me and helped me into his car. He reached over and held my hand, keeping it on his lap. "What are you going to tell people?" he wondered.

"I have no idea. I don't know what to say to make sure Zack and Damen don't do this again. If I tell the public the truth and tell them who beat me up then they'll be angrier than ever. If I lie then they'll win."

"As long as we make sure you're never alone like that again then they won't get near you. I won't let them."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he smiled and kissed my hand. "You should tell the public the truth. Don't let them win. What are you going to do about your single release?"

"That's right," I groaned, "I'm releasing my new single tomorrow and I have a performance. I guess I'll have my make-up artist try her best to cover up most of the bruises. Some of them are too severe to cover up completely, but I'm sure the story of what happened will be released by then."

"I'm coming with you."

"I'm only missing two hours of school tomorrow, you should go to school."

"No," he shook his head, "Not after what happened today. You can't change my mind."

"Fine, we can catch up on homework during lunch anyway."

"Exactly," he said, "So don't worry about it."

"Okay, thank you for coming by the way."

"Of course I came, I love you."

"I love you too," I smiled.