Jo had left later on and then the boys arrived again. They were the ones taking care of me for a while. No one had figured out what all had happened over the last week or so. I wanted to keep it that way, but I'm positive that one day the secret will slip out. For now I'll enjoy the hiding.
"Are you sure you can stay home alone...?" Liam cautiously asked. I nodded, "Yeah, I'll be fine. I swear I won't try and kill myself, okay?"
"Well, I don't think you would, but we're all just worried about you, man," Zayn mumbled, his fingers fumbled with one another. They still seemed to be nervous around me and I know this will fade, but right now it needs some getting used to.
"I understand," I quietly replied. Zayn sighed, "Okay, this is gonna be hard for us, but we're gonna leave you alone. Please, we're all begging you, don't do anything."
"I won't, I swear," I'm hoping that the sincerity in my voice was evident to them.
They mumbled their goodbyes in their monotone voices and were stopped by the closing of the door. I let out a relieved sigh, because it felt good to finally get time to myself besides sleep. I just wanted some time to myself to think of all that has happened.
I relaxed by lying down on the couch with my hands behind my head. I closed my eyes for a second and it felt like the walls were closing in on me. The silence became deafening all of a sudden and I felt sick to my stomach. I quickly sat up and clutched my stomach, but soon realized that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.
My mind replayed the call to Jo that fated night. I sounded so stupid once I heard it again. It would've been so much more heroic if she had found me instead of me being a wimp and calling Jo. If I would've just thought correctly I could've made that suicide attempt so much more interesting and special.
I clutched my head and dipped my head back so it was pressed against the top of the backboard of the couch. I let out a strained groan as I tried to get some thoughts to escape, but it only made then increasingly visible and audible.
Then, the door opened up.
I immediately let go of my head and turned around. Once I turned around, I saw the door being slammed by the usual girl who just came in here. Jo turned around and saw me sitting on the couch.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I questioned, even though I was relieved that she had interrupted me from my thoughts, "Did the boys make you come here to watch-"
"I ran away from Asher," Jo interrupted. A look of spontaneity in her eyes proved that this action was definitely on impulse without any true deciphering. I don't know if she'll approve of her decision in a couple minutes.
"Why?"
"Because it hurts to much!" she cried out, but there was still a crazed look in her eyes, so it seemed like the pain didn't seem to be bothering her too much now, "H-He went too far!"
My stomach did a flip. I began to wonder what Asher did to her. I don't know what kind of abuse it was this time, but it sounded pretty bad. It seemed like physical abuse, but it could also be mental or even sexual. There is also the possibility that it is all three.
"What did he do, Jo?" I nervously asked, getting off the couch. A few feet separated us, but I'm sure that the gap would be smaller in a very short amount of time.
