Broken Trust

Chapter thirty

Chapter 30:

Louis' pov:

I look over at Jessica and see red stains coming through the top of her sweat pants. I don't say anything because I don't want the boys to get worried, but I'm not sure what it's from and I wish she would tell me. 

Jessica squirms around a little as we hit a bump and as I look at her I notice how healthier she is since when we first found her in New York. The color is appearing visible on her face and she's actually getting some fat on her body rather than just having skin and bones. Her true beauty is coming back and it's honeslty amazing to see. I smile slightly as I think of how much we've come with her. She's gone from attempting suicide to not cutting! And it's all because of us boys.

Harry's pov:

"How long do you think she's going to be asleep?" I ask, looking across Louis to Jessica.

"I'm not sure, she probably didn't get much sleep," Liam mumbles, I look at Niall and watch as the words Liam said hit Niall. His face drops in disappointment and he closes his eyes.

"Niall, are you alright?" I ask. He turns his head slightly and nods in comfirmation that he's okay, but I don't believe him. I'll leave him alone for now, maybe he'll talk to me later.

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We pull up to the airport at 10:08. Everyone jumps out of the van except Jessica, whom is still fast asleep. I carefully pick her up, but notice some blood stains on her sweat pants around her hips. Confusion runs through my mind as I think of all the possibilites of what it could be. I have this urge to see what's causing blood on her hips. But the thought is quickly replaced by frustration when I see Niall carrying her luggage. I guess I shouldn't be so upset when I'm the one carrying Jessica, but still, it just sets off a flame inside me that makes my temper boil to the edge.

I can't wait until Jessica comes back to see my mom and sister with me. My mom will be so happy to see her alive. When we left back to England for X-Factor, my mom was so worried about Jessica and leaving her in a house with her abusive mother. My mom would always ask how Jessica's lungs were. Often times Jess got kicked in her back and ribs and it effected her lungs alot.

FLASHBACK

"Mom please I'm begging you to stop!" I heard Jessica yell from her house next door. It's been 3 years since I've moved into this house, and I've heard those pleading screams and cries every night for 3 years. I use to cry when I heard her scream in fear, but my mom has helped me get use to it, and reassure me that Jessica will come over tomorrow.

"Don't you dare try to back away from me!" I hear her mom yell. I can't stand not doing anything about it. I don't like sitting up in my room listening to Jess cry and scream. I don't like hearing her mom call her rude names and yell at her. I don't like listening to Jessica cry in pain for help after her mom has stopped beating her. 

It got quiet, and I assume her mom had stopped. The door downstairs slammed shut, bringing me to a little bit of confusion. As I walk down these stairs, I wonder how many times Jessica's mom has thrown her down her own stairs.

I walk into the living room and find it empty. Mom must've left, I thought. But when I look in the driveway, her car was still there. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but as soon as I hear the crying enter the living room, my glass is shattered on the kitchen floor and I'm running to Jessica's side.

"Jess please don't cry, you're okay now," I said to her, wiping her tears. She just kept shaking her head no. My mom was rubbing her back, trying to find something I'm guessing. 

"Jessica sweetie, I'm going to pull up the back of your shirt for a minute okay?" my  mom asked her. Jessica nodded her head and my mom did as she said she would. A gasp escaped my moms lips and tears brimmed her eyes as she traised Jessica's back. I leaned over a little so I could see what my mom was doing, but as soon as I saw what was happening, I started crying. I didn't like what I saw. The bruises on her back were already swollen and turning a nasty shade of green and blue with some purple dots. I watched carefully as my mom felt the swollen spots, Jessica would inhale very sharply and tears would stream down her face. 

"Jessica?" I asked, getting her attention. She looked up at me with sad eyes, I took all of my courage and hope to say my next sentence.

"We're going to get you out of there Jess."

END OF FLASHBACK

I carefully put Jessica down on a chair in the airport, shaking her awake so she can get her passport and her luggage looked through. She opens up her eyes sligtly, but flinches when the lights meet her eyes. A small smile appears on her face as she notices where we are.

"Gotta go through the check lines?" Jessica asks. I nod my head and help her stand up, noticing the blood on her hips once again.

"Jessica?" I ask, a bit nervous on how to ask about this.

"Yes Harry," she says back to me.

"Um, I was getting you out of the van and I notcied some blood stains on your sweat pants where your hips are, um, I'm just sort of wondering what it is," I tell her, my voice shaking. I watch as she cautiously looks down at her hips, tears appearing in her eyes. She shakes her head and tell me it's nothing, but the tears coming down her face tells me other wise. I push it to the side though, she'll talk to me later, I tell myself.

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We get on the plane and make our way to our seats. You would think we'd all sit by eachother but instead we scatter ourselves throughout our section. Of course, we won't be staying in our seats for long, but oh well.

The lady calls over the intercom, telling us to buckle up for our take off, and that she'll tell us when we're okay to unbackle. Jessica is sitting across the isle from me. Niall's in front of her. Liam's across from him and in front of me. Zayn is behind Jessica, and Louis is behind me. Everyone has been really quiet since we left the house and I don't understand why. We're going to see our families, we should be laughing and happy and excited. Instead we're silent. Hell, Niall isn't even eating yet.

Jessica's pov:

This is my first time ever on a plane and my anxiety is really hitting me hard. I'm trying my hardest to stay in control of my actions, but I'm starting to feel sick from having to hold in an anxiety attack. 

When Harry mentioned the blood stains, all anxiety came alive. The only thing I could think of to do was to deny everything and forget I was even questioned about it. That didn't work though.

Before I can even process what's happening, I'm sitting in the bathroom floor with tears in my eyes and vomit in the toilet bowl. I hear a hundred knocks on the door as my head spins. I'm hearing all the boys continuously yell at me, asking if I'm okay. I try to say that I'm okay, but I get sick again. Before I can comprehend what's happening, a worker from the plane is helping me up and carrying me to my seats, with 5 worried boys following behind me.

Harry's pov:

I just barely got a glimpse of what had happened in the bathroom. There was blood in the toilet and I wondered why Jessica had thrown up blood. Is there something wrong in her stomach? I don't know. I'll do some research when we know Jessica is okay.

Zayn's pov:

Jessica isn't okay. I know what's happening, and I'm going to help her and I'm going to make sure she's okay.

I see the blood on her hips.

I see how swollen her skin is getting.

I know she got sick.

Her cuts are infected.

A/N

Sorry for it being short; I had horrible writers block.