I Was Saved By One Direction

Part 5: Yelling, Dr. Louis, and Explaining

I sit there on the bathroom floor sobbing. The door opens and someone walks in. "Allison." I think it was Eleanor. "Hun, can you come out here for a minute?" I get to my feet. I open the door walking out.

"What?" I snap. She doesn't say anything and wraps her arms around me. I flinch.

"I'm not going to make you talk, I just want you to know I am here if you want to talk." Eleanor tells me. I nod. "They're going to ask you questions but it's only because they are worried about you. If you don't want to answer them then you don't have to."

"How much were you told?" I ask slipping from her arms.

"Not much." Eleanor shrugs.

"Good." I reply. "I'll be out in a minute." She walks back with everyone else. I walk over to the sink. I splash a bunch of cold water on my face trying to calm myself down. Yeah I had already cried in front of them, but they didn't know why those other times. I couldn't hide the part that my face was bright red. I walk out, sit on the bed, and pull the blankets up over me so I can't be seen.

"Are you ok?" Louis questions.

"Sure." I roll my eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Niall asks.

"Fine." I grit through my teeth.

"It seems like a pretty tense subject." Zayn states the obvious.

"In other obvious news, the sun rose this morning!" I say like it's the most bizarre thing ever.

"Sorry." Zayn apologizes.

"It's just embarrassing! Most girls live a normal life but how do you think I feel every time I see a scar?! It is messed up enough that I never did all the normal little girl stuff! Being raped constantly won't help me at all!" I yell. I saw red. I had never been this mad before. Even while I was living in that life. Eleanor was right, things are going to be different now. But not just for Louis.

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"Please stop asking if I'm ok." I groan as we walk back into the house.

"We're worried." Louis states the obvious.

"I know you are!" I shriek whipping around to face them. "I know you're worried! I know you're concerned! I know you're going to take me to therapy!" They looked shocked. "Just because I was raped doesn't mean I can't hear! You really think I couldn't hear you while you were talking IN THE HALLWAY with the door open?! I'm not as dense as you think I am! Just let me be me, why don't you?!" I couldn't fight the tears running from my eyes. "I am one f***cked up little b**** aren't I?! I know you won't ever love me so why don't you just send me back to the orphanage?! You'll have Danny and you'll be happy that you took the last thing of my mum I had left away from me!" I freeze. I am stared at for a minute until I bolt upstairs.

I slam the door shut locking it. I lock the window running in my bathroom. I grab my razor from the shower. I hold it over my arm. The last time I cut was before my mum died. She helped me see a different way before passing on. I couldn't take waiting anymore. I sit there on the bathtub trying to get myself to run it along my arm.

*Louis' POV*

We exchange a look with each other. Something happened with her mum. There is a scream from upstairs. The lads and I race up. The girls were trying to get Danny to stop crying. That little boy didn't like yelling. We ram open the door. The boys roll around on the floor clutching their shoulders. I open Allison's bathroom. Oh. My. God.

Allison was sitting on the floor cutting herself with her razor. Blood was in the bathtub and a pool of it was growing around her. I rip the razor from her hand tossing it in the sink.

"NO!" Allison screams reaching for it. I wrap my arms around her waist throwing us to the ground. I hold her there on my lap not caring I was getting her blood all over me. "Nooo! I wanna die!" It ripped my heart seeing her like this. I've said that before but I couldn't help it. "I wanna die!"

I play with her hair looking up at the doorway. Everyone was standing there staring at the blood on the floor. My eyes drift back down to Allison. She wraps her arms around my neck biting the sleeve of my shirt. Now it must hurt. I get to my feet holding her against my chest.

"Get a first aid kit." I demand carrying Allison back into her room. I lie her on her bed. Harry comes bounding in with the bright green box. "Put a cold wet towel on her forehead." I open the box fishing for gauze, medical tape, and wrap. Niall places the towel across her head letting her squeeze his hand. He was on the verge of tears watching her cry. I fix up her arms as quick as I can. There were cuts all along the area from her wrists to her elbows.

"Are you alright?" Eleanor asks sitting by me. We were all watching Niall, Allison, and Danny in a sleeping pile on her bed.

"Yeah." I answer running my hand through my hair. It was covered in dry blood but I didn't mind.

"You're hiding something Louis." Perrie looks at me closer.

"No I'm not." I lie. Liam grabs my hand from behind my back. I wince as his fingers come in contact with the cut.

"When you took the razor out of her hand." Zayn realizes what happened. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I had to help Al." I croak. So Eleanor had to wrap up my hand. After that we all ended the stressful day adding our bodies onto the sleeping pile.

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*Allison's POV*

"You need to come home." I begged my mother, holding her hand tight.  

"I can't sweetie." Mummy coughs. "I have to stay here."  

"No." I shake my head.  

"Yes." Mummy nods. She was very pail and had no hair. She hadn't been home for four months. Her eyes close and her chest stops moving.

I open my eyes. A jolt goes shooting up my body. Tears were silently running down my face. I climb out from everyone walking to the window. I pull it open and haul myself onto the roof. I sit by some flowers letting my eyelids flutter shut. I breathe in the cold night air, attempting to calm down.

"You alright?" A familiar voice asks. I flinch, but it was just Louis. He sits beside me. I nod picking at my nails, refusing to look him in the eye.  

"My mum died when I was seven." I break a minute of silence. "It wasn't even a year after Danny was born and my dad started burning, beating, and raping me after the incident. That went on until three months ago and he gave my brother and I up." Louis pulls me onto his lap wrapping his arms around me. I dig my head into the crook of his neck.    

"Caterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you'll be, can't go far but you can always dream. Wish you may and wish you might, don't you worry hold on tight, I promise you there will come a day." Louis sing/whispers in my ear.