Not A Word

Chapter Eight

Tara

I had to get away. After Niall saw what they did to me I knew that more was coming. I got a permission to exit slip from the nurse and hurried out if the building. I didn't even bother to take any of my school stuff with me, it would only slow me down in the long end.

Unconsciously I walked by Greg's house on my way to the park and saw him fighting with Niall.

"I thought mum and dad had raised you better than that Niall. We were taught to respect women and here you go and beat up a girl who can't protect herself against five people. Five on one isn't a fair fight for anyone. How could you do that?" Greg shouted at him.

"I don't know okay. We just do. Maybe it's because she makes herself such an easy target. What do I care?" Niall's loud voice came next.

"You know what walk home. You're not my brother anymore. No brother of mine would do something so sickening." Greg said and stormed into his house.

"What the fuck why?" Niall said before following him.

I got a strange feeling in my stomach. If Greg really kicked Niall out and I was still standing here I would be what he reverted his anger onto. He might have helped me in the hall today but I was still suspicious of him. There was no way that would happen again with a monster like him.

I took off toward the park as fast as I could with my injuries. The nurse had told me that I needed as little physical activity as possible but staying alive trumped healing faster.

Once I got to the park I hid in my usual spot in the trees. Not long after Niall appeared. I want to cry out from fright before I realized that he hadn't seen me. He went over to a park bench and fell asleep after awhile.

My place of sanctuary had become infested with the devil's messenger. If I waited much longer I would be trapped when his friends got here. The only problem was, I didn't know how heavy of a sleeper Niall was an I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't go home and face my parents.

As Niall shifted on the bench going home seemed to be my only option if I wante to be less outnumbered. I slithered out of the trees as soundlessly as possible and began creeping backward away from niall's sleeping form. I was almost away when my back rammed into something or, more specifically, someone.

Arms wound around my middle and tightened painfully. "There you are little girl. We've been looking for you all night." his voice cooed sadistically in my ear.

I closed my eyes and flung my limbs around, trying to fight back. It only made him laugh at my less than seller attempts at escape. He tightened his arms more and I couldn't help the pained scream that escaped.

Niall

I was awakened by a very feminine scream. Not just any scream though, it was Tara's scream.

I sat up and looked around to see Tara being clutched around her midsection, which I knew to be highly bruised and battered, by none other than her own father. I was shocked at first. Why would she be screaming about her dad?

That when I saw his arms tighten as she screamed again and the sadistic smile that formed on his face. "You thought you escape us, huh?" her father's voice growled. "Just because you stay away for a few days doesn't mean you're going to get away Tara baby. You know the punishment for not coming home."

"No!" she screamed and flailed her body in an attempt to escape. "Stay away from me!"

"Never." he said simply and threw her into the back of a car that was sitting in the curb with her mum in the driver seat.

They sped off while I just say there in shock. What had I just witnessed?

Tara

I woke up the next day in my own bed. It didn't matter though, I knew what had been done to me. My bed never offered me any solace, it was merely a place of torture.

As I sat up I felt every new pain as it laced through my body. This time though I felt a very new pain, one I had never felt before. I quickly stood up and looked down at my bloodstained sheets, all from previous bearings and lashings. There was one stain that was very new.

As I looked at it I got a sick feeling in my stomach and raced to the bathroom where I emptied the meager contents of my stomach. My father had always stuck to beatings and verbal abuse but he had never crossed the line. Although if that stain in the middle of my bed meant anything, it meant that he finally had.

At the thought of it I began to dry heave. There was nothing left in my stomach but my body wanted to expell something, most likely the knowledge of what he had done to me. While I had to memory of it I knew what had happened just the same.

My mother and father had brought me home, threw me in my bed, and had beat me until I passed out from the pain. That's usually where they would stop. Once I was passed out they never did anything more to me. This time was different. After I had passed out my father had then proceeded to rape me in my unconscious state, taking my virginity.

I had nothing anymore. There was no new experiences that I would ever see. My father had robbed me of that special night where you're with the perfect guy and that's where you lose your virginity. He even robbed me of the option to wait until marriage. I had none of those options anymore.

I felt tears fall down my face for the first time in a long time. I had never let myself cry to give either my parents of Zayn more satisfaction in what they had done to me. Now there was no reason the hide my pain or my misery. I had nothing left of myself. I might as well give up trying to survive and let whoever gets to me next kill me.

I got dressed quickly and rushed out of the house. I did not want to be there when my "parents" woke up. Dealing with them after what happened was definitely not what I wanted to do. Right now I would take Zayn and his groupies over them. At least they didn't rape me.

As I walked onto the school grounds I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head to hide my identity and the newly formed bruises on my face. I went straight to my first class and sat at my desk with my head down. I loved biology but I didn't know how much I would get out of Mr. Hanson's class in my condition.

A hand came down on my shoulder and I shot up and looked up at the owner of the hand. There stood a very shocked Mr. Hanson. He looked over my face an made a slight tsking sound. "Tara what happened to you?" he asked while crouching down to my level.

I just shrugged, "I'm a bit clumsy. I tripped and fell down my stairs last night." I said trying to convince him.

Mr. Hanson was too smart for his own good though, "Tara I'm not buying that. I know you aren't clumsy and that doesnt happen from falling down some stairs. If you don't want to talk about it though that's fine. If you happen to change your mind I have eighth and sixth hour open and I'll be here for a few hours after school."

He walked away and left me speechless. Could I really have found a teacher that actually cares besides the nurse?

Speaking of people who might care. Liam walked into the room looking quite angry and sat down in the seat next to me. I didn't think I had done anything to make him angry but just to be safe I pulled my hood up once again and hid my face in my arms.

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