I Won't Give Up (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 17

I grabbed a pocket knife and began cutting my wrists.

~~ It's been already two years Emma suffered from Zayn abusing her. But Zayn STILL never knew about her cutting her wrists. Louis in the other hand doesn't know what happened to Emma cause she seemed quiet. All her scars and marks weren't recovered. She put make up on so Louis nor Harry would be worried. She kept quiet these years. ~~

-- At Class --

I copied the notes Ms. Heventon wrote across the SmartBoard. I peeked and saw Zayn glaring at me. I raised my hand. "Yes dear?" Ms. Heventon asked. "I'm not feeling comfortable can I be excused?" I asked. "Sure dear." she said and I grabbed my stuff and left. My heart was pounding each second I heard the name, 'Zayn' it just gives me chills. I got in my dorm and went to the conor of the room. I grabbed the pocket knife. I made sure no one was there.

I began cutting myself. Blood dripped and dripped. But I never cared. I heard someone stepped in the room. It was Louis and Harry shocking.

"Em..w..what...a are y y ou doing?" Lou asked. I began crying and Harry and Lou comfort me

-- After Calming Down--

"Tell us what happened that made that happen" Harry asked me.

"Uhmm.. It's only when I do that when I'm upset, nervous..." my voice trailed off. Lou hugged me and kissed on top of my forehead. It's nice having someone kissing me now. I really needed it. Epically now.

-- Returning To Class --

Sasha. Yep she's in my Art Class. She texted me, 'Lou said you cut yourself!! Explain to me at break time. TTYL! ;(' why does everyone care about me? Well not including haters. But why does Zayn abuse me? I suffered enough. I'm just like his personal slave. I got off and my phone rang, 'Im glad you came. ILL MAKE YOU GLAD YOU CAME!' I picked up my phone. No call. Werid. Sasha tapped me on the back. I looked she gave a frown look.

"Well??" she asked.

"Okay come here." I dragged her in the janitor room.

"How can I begin...okay Uhm. These two years in college Zayn abused me." I showed her my marks. She gasped.

"My god!!" she said queitly.

"Please don't tell anyone. I don't want people worrying about me." I pleaded her. She nodded of understandment. I sighed. There we left. Crap, there goes Zayn hitting me again. I hate him he makes MY life living in hell.