Forgotten

Chapter 8

Zayn's p.o.v

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I couldn't even look at her.

The images of her in 5th grade running to the bathroom and grabbing those blades kept filling my mind.

It was terrible.

I was terrible.

The fact that I was the reason for such a perfect girl to do that to herself was disgusting.

I looked at her but I could barely see her with the tears filling my eyes.

"I'm so sorry (y/n). Just please tell me you've stopped." I asked her.

"Of course I stopped. Once you moved away I had no reason to do that to myself. I was finally free from that torture." She assured me.

I couldn't even stand myself.

She was free from me.

The fact that (y/n) was much happier without me in her life was sickening even though I was such a terrible person.

I hope she doesn't still feel the same way about me now.

"I'm so sorry. I will do anything to make up for what I did to you." I told her.

"You've done enough Zayn. I have an amazing boyfriend now who I know will always be here for me." She told me.

It made me so much happier to hear that she truly wanted me in her life.

"I will always be here for you. I will never leave you alone. Never again. And most importantly you will no longer be the forgotten girl in my childhood." I told her and gave her a huge hug.

Her arms wrapped around me and it was the best feeling in the world.

"Let me make it up to you and let me take you someplace nice after school." I asked her.

"I would love to Zayn but my mom won't let me. After I came home so late last night she wants me to come straight home." She answered.

"That sucks. I really wanted to have a great time with you" I said.

"Well who cares what my mom says? What can she do?" She said.

"You're such a rebel" I told her and gave her a kiss.

God I loved those lips.

The bell rang and I had to pull away even with all those sparks flying everywhere.

We both had class together first period and we walked there hand in hand.

Cris was sitting in the front row glaring at the two of us.

Cris had been glaring at me all day.

I know that it's wrong to be dating the girl I abused as a child but he has no right to judge me.

He was the reason I bullied people. He pressured me to do it just for the satisfaction it gave him.

It was sick.

At least (y/n) didn't seem to notice. I'm going to have to tell her eventually who Cris is.

I wonder if she remembered him too since he was always by my side while I tortured her. She would have said something by now though.

But there was another thing on my mind besides Cris. I couldn't wait to surprise (y/n) after school.

I told her to go home on the bus and make sure her mom knows she is home. This way she won't get in trouble.

I would go home and get everything ready for the surprise and then drive to her place. She would leave through the window so her mom thinks she is still home.

It was the perfect plan and I couldn't help but stare at the clock the entire last period.

Finally the last bell wrang and I left the school as quickly as possible.

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