May The Best Man Win

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Faith's POV

I woke to the sound of boy giggles, when I opened my eyes Zayn, Louis, and Harry surrounded me, and they quickly hid markers behind their backs. “What did you do?” I asked them. That only made them giggle more. As I went to get up, I noticed writing from my hands to my shoulders. “I thought you were sick!!” I half laughed half yelled.

“We were.” Harry said giggling. “But now we feel better.”

“So you had to draw on me?”

“Yes!! Plus we were bored and hyper!”

“How am I supposed to get this all off of me?”

“I can help!!” Zayn giggled and pulled me towards the bathroom. Shutting the door he practically tore my close off, he turned on the water in the shower, took off his clothes and hopped in with me.

“Whoa.” I said covering up my body. “You just got over being sick!”

“But I'm okay now.” He said kissing my neck.

“You are supposed to be washing off the marker.” I tell him.

“What the fun in that?”

I sit in the bottom of the shower. “I'm not getting up.”

“Fine, I'll just come to you.” Zayn said, and got down on top of me. Next thing I know, he pulls away. And look at my rib cage. I quickly cover up the scars. “What happened?”

“N-n-nothing.” I stutter out.

“Please tell me.”

“I-I'm s-sorry, I c-c-can't.”

“Please.”

“N-no.”

With that he gets out of the shower, wraps a towel around his body, and stomps out. I can't tell him, no one has ever known and nobody ever will. I scrub the marker off my arms and hands, then go ahead and wash my hair and body. Stepping out I wrap a towel around me, and dry my hair with a different towel. Stepping out of the bathroom I rushed to my room and shut the door. When I turned around all the guys stared up at me. “We all need to talk to you.” Zayn said.

I open the door and run back to the bathroom, and lock myself in. He told them, how could he!???! If I wanted them to know I would've told them!! I didn't even want HIM to know. UGGH! “Open the door!!” Zayn yells. “Now!!”

“I'm gonna open the door if you calm down.”

“I will now calm down!! You've got cuts all over your ribs!”

“Shhh...” I say as tears start falling out of my eyes. “Are all the guys listening?” I ask.

“Yes.” Zayn replies.

“I lived in America, from when I was born until I turned 16. From the time I was four until I was about seven, my mum had a different boyfriend every night. They were always one night stands, until she met a guy named Joe. Joe was nice, sweet, funny, anything a girl would want for a step-dad. After about a year or so of us my mother being happy, Joe asked my mom to marry him. Of course she said yes, and they had a beautiful Fall wedding. I was the maid of honor, and my younger brother was the best man. They were happily married for six months, before Joe's attitude started to change. He'd come home from work angry, and the other thing that he'd put in his stomach was alcohol.

“My mother tried talking him into going to rehab meeting, but he'd just scream, yell, and drink more. One particular day, Joe came home from work already drunk. That day he had gotten fired, and that was the first night he hit my mother. After awhile, he started hitting me and Alex, my kid brother, too. About a year went by, and one night at the dinner table, Joe told us kids that we eat too much and its takes money away that he could buy alcohol with. So he banned us from eating, whenever I could I'd sneak in the kitchen and grab something small that Alex and I could eat. I never got caught, but one day Alex went in the kitchen without my knowing, and ended up getting caught. Joe took a frying pan and hit him as hard as he could in the head. I watch as my little brother got his skull smashed in, and I didn't do anything about it.

“He took the body and hid it in the upstairs closet. Mom never found out what happened, I was threatened that if I told a soul he'd torture me for years until I finally died. So I didn't speak up, I was depressed about my brother, but my mother wasn't because she thought that he had escaped that horrid place. But in reality he died in it.” I was crying now. But I put an end to it and carried on.

“Two years had passed and I was almost eleven, when Joe went to the store and came back with alcohol and a box of condoms. That night, he crept into my room and took away something I could never get back. My pride, and my virginity. He continued with his schedule for about three weeks, when mom noticed him leaving at night, and followed him to my room. When she saw what he did, she took a hammer and chucked it at his fat head. Joe was unconscious for two hours, mom packed a bag and got out the door right before Joe snatched her back inside and broke her neck. He hid her body with Alex's, leaving only me and him for five years. Soon he got too tired to molest me everyone night so he weaned himself and changed it to once a week, then later once a month. Days started looking better as I got older, and made friends. Until I started my period. I got pregnant my first time, and Joe hit me in the stomach causing me to have a miscarriage. That's when he started hurting me with weapons instead of his body. He cut me in places where no one would see so no one would suspect that he was abusing me. I was fifteen turning sixteen in two months when I ended up falling in love with the boy across the street. Joe found out about me sneaking out at night to hang out with Luke, which was his name, and that's when he took a gun over there and shot everyone in the house. He almost shot me, until I ran back inside and hid. Soon he drank so much, that he passed out. And while he was unconscious, I stole all his money, and the car and drove to the border. I got a plan ticket to here, and I've been here since. I was tormented her too, but not by Joe. By kids at school, and whatnot.” Tears started sliding down my cheeks, and I opened the door. “Now you know.”

All five guys had red puffy eyes, and wet cheeks. They all attacked me with hugs, and I tried making them feel better. “I try not to get sad over it, the past is the past. But sometimes it gets too hard. And I'm sorry for putting all this into your life.”

“I'm gonna kill him!!” They all shouted at the same time.

“No, because if we find him, he finds me, which wouldn't end well. Because he'd know that I told someone.”

Liam came up to me and whispered in my ear, “What about Matilyn?”

I whispered back into his ear, “That actually happened...”

“What happened to your real dad?” Harry asked me.

“I don't know who my real dad is...”

Harry hugged me after that and the other joined in, “Group hug.” I said between sobs.

Niall left with tears in his eyes, then came back with some of my clothes. “Thanks.” I say then go in the bathroom and dress. When I come out, all the boys were gone. I checked all the rooms, but they had left. Where would they have gone? I asked myself. When I looked out into the hall I see them getting into the elevator. “Hurry up, Niall, before she comes out here and sees us.” They're leaving? After everything I had just told them, they're gonna leave? I ran into the house, and bawled.