Guilty (one direction fanfic)

Guilty (one direction fanfic) (finished- if wanted, request a sequal)

LILAC'S POV

Drip, drop, drip, drop the rain keeps falling no matter who begs it to stop, I smile towards the sky. I love the rain. I step in a small puddle and lavish in the feel of the tiny drops of water soaking through my jeans. I walk around the bag of trash on the sidewalk. I pause in my place. I sigh and grab it, hoisting the heavy black bag over my shoulder i take it into the alley. I am aware of two men staring at me. I discard the bag into the dumpster. I take a step to leave and turn running smack-dab into a wall of flesh and black material. Though i was slightly startled I looked up at his face it was covered with stubble his black hair was generously gelled and styled his brown eyes stared deep into mine. "I'm sorry sir i should have looked where i was going" I apologized and smiled politely. " the names Zayn but what are you doing picking up other people's trash?" he asks I can feel and hear the other two guys sliding closer. "I don't particularly know, I just feel guilty leaving it there" I reply glancing downward, i see a candy wrapper. I bend down to pick it up, but when I turn around to put it in the dumpster I see that the amount of guys that were behind me has doubled. Instead of two smoking hot twenty-something year old guys there are four of them. an arm snakes around my waist and a voice whispers in my ear. "are you scared little girl?" a blonde guy holds me tight to his body. "umm could you please let me go?" I ask. "why the hell are you so polite, you know what we are going to do to you, why aren't you screaming or crying are you trying to earn sympathy?" Zayn asks. " I honestly believe that if you are doing this it's for a reason. I probably did something terrible in a past life. I could go crazy and kill people in a couple of weeks and you are just protecting society due to God's will. everything happens for a reason. sure i may be in pain for a couple of hours or days or weeks or months or years however long it may be, but it must be fate. I accept it. just please if you do use me could you not remove my sleeves on my arms or the ribbon on my neck." "why?" the blonde asks me " just take my word for it. you don't want to see that." i reply simply. Zayn grabs hold of my jacket and rips it off. "what. the. hell. are. those." he gingerly grabs my arm, its covered in scars brought on by a razor blade. "Oh my God" a curly haired boy with green eyes gasps "I can't go through with this now." " shut up Harry" Zayn shouts. Harry disregards Zayn's orders and looks me in the eyes then speaks. " did you do this to yourself?!" he looked livid. "some of them, the other ones..."  "WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!?!" he shouts " my foster brothers" i say as he grabs my ribbon and pulls it off. Two of the five boys gasp. carved into my neck is the word "WHORE". "Niall let her go" Harry says and blondie he protests "but-" Harry shouts " I SAID LET HER GO"  and he does. I'm free. " she's mine" he says and my world goes blank.

HARRY'S POV

I am seriously pissed. "C'mon Harry i mean we couldn't just leave her there she's seen our faces and we can't risk being found out." Zayn tries to console me. "well at least now she wont be going home to her foster brothers."  Niall reasons. "I ignore him and look at the sleeping girl in my lap. When we get to the mansion i carry her up to my suite. I start to undress her, i didn't want sex i just wanted to see to what extent did her brothers hurt her, I peeled off her tee shirt to see her tank top is brown. as if its been soaked in blood. i venture farther and take it off as well. there is some sort of wrapping around her breasts, squashing them and making them seem smaller than they really are. there are bruises all over her stomach some of them quite fresh. as if they were made a couple of hours ago. I turn her over on her stomach and nearly scream at the sight before me. eighteen long, red slashes color her pale skin. like she was whipped. countless cigarette burns litter her back. "oh my God" says Liam, looking over my shoulder. "we've done terrible things but this--" "i know" i reply "we've threatened to do things but we've never really hurt anybody, i mean sure we've touched a few girls but we've never done anything to really harm them"  Liam says, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down. more slashes color her skin, purple and yellow blotches color her inner thighs. her panties are bloody. "those mother fuckers" i declare.