Not A Word

Chapter Five

Liam

Tara blew me off after school. Just because I'm not beating her anymore doesn't mean she has the right to treat me like shit. She needs to respect me.

I glowered at her locker as I waited for her to come in. Where the fuck is she? First she blows me off and then school all together? Blowing me off may be like her but school? Goody-two-shoes Tara would never.

I glanced over to the main doors and saw Tara finally making her way through the mob of people. I knew she would never skip. I walked right up to her and grabbed her backpack. "Where were you yesterday Tara? Did you forget to meet me?" I asked nicely.

Tara glared at me with so much hatred that the intensity nearly floored me. "No," she spat. "Your buddies nearly beat me to death. So sorry I forgot to meet with you after almost dying." sarcasm laced her voice.

I held up my hands in surrender. "Hey don't look at me I'm not with them anymore. I left them because I didn't like what they were doing to you."

She rolled her eyes and took her book bag back from me. "Stop pretending to be nice Liam. Stop pretending to care. We both know that all this," she motioned to me, "is utter bullshit. Go back to being an asshole with your friends. At least then I'll know when to expect a beating."

She walked away from where I was stopped dead in the hall. How could she know that this was all an act? There was no way. I frowned and swung around throwing my clenched fist into the brick wall. A sickening crunch rang out but I ignored it along with the pain now radiating through my hand.

Tara you better get ready because you asked for hell and you're going to get it. Even if Zayn makes me keep to this stupid game I would make sure the lads made her life hell instead. She would never have a moment of peace if I had a say in things.

I glared at her back as she walked down the hall with face downward cast. At least she was afraid of us. At least the bitch had some sense in that ugly little head of hers.

Tara

Before getting to my locker I did a cautionary check to make sure the coast was clear. Thankfully Zayn and his brainless followers were nowhere in sight. Slowly I hobbled my way to my locker and grabbed the books I needed for class.

When I shut my locker I saw Zayn walking toward me out of the corner of my eye. My heart sped up to a million miles an hour. If he got to me again I would surely die from the injuries. I turned and fled to the women's loo. There was no way he would break school code of conduct and come in here. Just in case I pressed my back up against the door to hold it closed.

There was a knock on the door and I swear my heart plummetted to my stomach. He's found me and there will be no stopping him if he decides to come in. "It's occupied." I said in a deep gravelly voice. If they knew I was in here it would only cause them to think I was whore, which they already do so I had nothing to lose.

"Tara I know it's you but if you don't want to come out okay. You can't hide in there forever though." Zayn's familiar fear inducing voice floated from the other side of the door.

I struggled to swallow the hard lump that suddenly formed in my throat. If I left now Zayn would be there waiting and beat the shit out of me, then I would be late to class. If I didn't leave now I would be late to class and I was never late to class.

Inwardly groaning I looked around the bathroom and saw a second door. I looked up to the sky and said a silent prayer of thanks. I ran over to the door and swung it open. Apparently luck was not on my side today because standing there was Harry and Louis.

My eyes widened and I tried to escape back into the bathroom but they grabbed me and yanked me out. "Where do you think you're going whore?" Louis sneered.

I gasped in pain as I felt him tug at whatever amount of hair he could grasp. "I-I was just going to t-the bathroom." I stuttered in fear.

Harry smirked at Louis, "Oh isn't that precious? This little bitch thinks she is going to get away with lying to us." he leaned his face close to mine and blew rancid breath on my face and he spoke, "Not going to happen."

With that I was tossed onto the ground. A single tear formed at the corner of my eye but I wiped it away before it could be seen. Tears only seemed to provoke them even more.

"Please." I begged in a voice that came out in no more than a harsh whisper.

I heard an emotionless laugh as more footsteps approached, "Did you hear that lads? This little bitch just begged for us to stop." Harry's sadistic voice rang out.

I closed my eyes and curled myself into a ball readying myself for the beating that would soon come. It was inevitable and there was no stopping it. That much I knew by now.

Niall

What were we doing? I watched as Tara lay helpless on the ground with no way to protect herself from us. It was finally starting to hit me what we were doing to her.

We were hurting a girl! I heard the bell ring and turned to Zayn. "Mate we better get to class. We can't let this bitch make us late."

Zayn scowled down at Tara who still lay unmoving on the ground. "You're right, she's not worth being late. Let's go boys." before we walked away Zayn leaned down and whispered in Tara's ear, "Don't think that you've won this round because we'll be back and just you wait because it will be worse than ever before."

With that said he stood up and began walking down the hall to our next lesson. I glanced back over my shoulder at Tara who was now sitting up and looking at me. The look in her eyes said it all.

She knew that I had helped her.