Well. Today has gone so well, hasn't it? Hmm, I wonder what might happen if Louis' mum comes back and she finds me? Perhaps she'd help me out. Or maybe not, she could be in on all this, as far as I know.
I snap out of my thoughts when Liam slaps me across the face. I glare, shooting daggers at him as he smirks with that infamous cocky grin of his. Louis has a turn, but instead throws a punch. A good one at that! He hits me right in the cheek, and already I feel it swelling as a bruise forms. I hear Niall whispering to someone, but Liam and Louis are blocking my view. He's just that little bit too far away for me to comprehend his words.
Louis sends another punch but I dodge it, kicking him in the stomach. He grunts and doubles over, before recovering and kicking me back. I stumble into the wall, but stay on my feet. Liam forcefully presses me against the concrete, holding my arms down so Louis has a clear shot. Louis smirks, before punching me in the face, several times. Liam doesn't let go of my arm, which is the only thing steadying me at the moment.
Instead, he pulls my hair back, leaving Louis to slap and punch me wherever he wants, because I'm too busy holding onto my hair to ease the pain. Harry appears out of nowhere, pulling Louis away to calm himself. Louis sighs and gives me a death glare, to which I raise an eyebrow at. Pathetic, immature behaviour. This is what these lads live, even thrive from. Inspirational, truly. Not.
Anyway, the boys beat me for about another half hour, before subsiding and simply leaving. I slump to the floor, grunting slightly. Blood leaks from fresh cuts, exposed to the cold air. Shivering, I pull my knees up and tuck them into my chest, wincing as I try to get myself comfortable.
To my surprise, Niall and Zayn didn't even touch me during the whole of that episode! Well, it doesn't surprise me that Niall wasn't involved, but Zayn! Where did the sweet side come from? Before I can ponder the thought, someone enters the basement. Oh yeah, they turned the lights off, so right now I'm sat in complete darkness.
"Des? Are you okay?" I hear Niall's familiar voice break the silence from a little way away. He turns the lights back on, and for a few seconds I squint to allow my eyes to adjust. Niall sees me, and from his expression, I look either like a monster or some sort of murderer. Probably the latter, since I'm absolutely covered in my own blood.
"I suppose." I answer, watching as Niall cautiously steps forward, closing the distance between us.
I don't see him as a threat, so I stay in my place and wait for him to reach me. Eventually, Niall is close enough to kneel down in front of me, trying to hide his shocked expression. His eyes do widen, but only the slightest. There is a faint bang from the entrance, and for a moment my eyes flicker in that direction. When nobody appears, I return my gaze to Niall's concerned face. To ease the tension, I give a small smile, which Niall sighs in relief.
"Come on. Let's go clean you up." he says, untying my restraints with a pitiful sigh. Then, Niall helps me to stand, before we make our way to the basement stairs. With some effort, I climb the stairs, as Niall waits patiently two steps above me each time. Once we reach the top, Niall pulls me closer to him and holds my arm, but not tightly like previously with the others.
"Oh, you look even more ugly than you did before! Ew, I don't even want to look at you, go away!" Liam pulls a disgusted face, and I raise my eyebrow. Fine by me.
So I do what Liam wants, and pull my arm away from Niall and leave the room. I resist the urge to smirk when I hear both boys call my name and chase after me. Like Louis, they both nearly run into the wall, so now I have to hold back a laugh.
"Where do you think you're going?" Liam asks, after recovering from a near black out. I cross my arms over my chest, and finally allow myself to smirk. Two can play that game.
"You said you didn't want to see me, so I just thought I'd leave. Why not? You clearly don't want me here!" I reply. Liam sighs, grabbing me and pulling me into the living room. He doesn't respond.
The other boys are sat on the couch, watching some movie. I don't care. When they see me, their eyes widen and mouths open slightly. Louis attempts to say something, but can't seem to connect hid brain and mouth. Nothing new there. He shuts his mouth, and composes himself, his expression turning into an indifferent one as the cold seeps into his eyes once more.
I run a hand through my hand, brushing some of the smaller knots that make up a messy, tatty version of an afro. Also, I clean some of the wounds on my hands from trying to tug at the tape, by rubbing them with my sleeves. I sigh when I realise my attempts make no difference, only cause an irritating sting, and give up. When I look up again, I feel my face tint a pale shade of pink, suddenly feeling quite self conscious. All of the boys are staring at me, and I'm not sure whether or not they are actually blinking.
"What? Like what you see?" I joke, putting a hand on my hip. Almost immediately, the boys avert their gaze, which I giggle at.
Shrugging, I turn away and leave the room, for a second time. Exactly like before, everyone jumps up and dramatically follows me, as I casually head to the door. Bingo! The keys are still in, meaning I can get out, unlike last time! Someone grabs my shoulder and pulls me back into their chest. They hold onto me with a relatively tight grip, so I guess it's Harry. When we turn around, I catch a glimpse of his ridiculously lengthy hair. He leads me to the living room again, glancing at the clock.
"Guys, I gotta go!" Harry exclaims, running a hand through his hair nervously. Liam gets both his and Harry's coats, and grabs a set of keys from the coffee table.
"I'll take you!" Liam offers, and they both walk out. For some reason, the boys don't just say goodbye, but good luck. Why? Does it have something to do with Harry when I saw him get hit by that man, as well as the man shouting rude words at him? Wait. That man might be Harry's dad, in which case, Harry is domestically abused! I'm not jumping to conclusions yet, it's simply a theory.
I do feel sorry for him, albeit, even if he technically abuses me. Then again, he could of done something wrong, so his dad was punishing him. And he has a curfew, hense the reason he is leaving early. However, there is still the chance of it being late, for I have no way to tell the time with a lack of clocks and covered windows. The boys left me in that basment for a long time, unless it was just me.
Don't they say bullies have a reason to do what they do? Maybe Harry feels better knowing someone else is in pain, if he is abused. I don't know. Maybe I'll find away to ask someone about his home life. We'll see.
