One Direction Needs My Help!

Chapter 10

   I drove home with shakey hands. I didn't want anything to do with David, but I was too mortified of the fact that I had done everything I could, and he still overpowered me to even consider going to the police, or even an adult.

   "Are you okay?" Niall asked for the umpteenth time.

   "Just a little shaken up, that's all. Do I have any bruises?" I had wanted to look at my face when I first got into the car, but I was too scared that David would wake up, so I held off.

   "Not too bad, they're not that noticable." He said, but I could tell he was lying.

   "You are a terrible liar, you know that?"

   "Yup, but it was worth a shot." He answered.

   "When we get home, don't tell anyone unless they ask you first. Even then, just say nothing. I'll tell them later, but unless they guess exactly what happened, just brush it off. God, I'm so embarrassed. John would be so ashamed of me. I knew what to do, but I just couldn't." I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

   "Ivy, you did what you could. He's bigger, stronger, and faster than you. Even if I were trying my hardest I doubt I could do what you did. Judging by how beat up you look, I'm guessing you got him really mad."

   "I almost got away once, but I went the wrong way. There was a huge brick wall, and by the time I got there, David would be up and madder, and the only way out was back the way I came, and I hid behind a retaining wall, and he choked me and pulled me over the top of it." I cried.

   "How did you get away?"

   "I kneed him in the balls." I replied, but not before giving a little bit of a giggle.

   "Well, you did good, kid." Niall said as we pulled up the driveway.

    I was hoping that the boys would be in their rooms or somewhere, but of course, they weren't. They were all in the kitchen playing Clue, miserably wrong, might I add.

   "Hey, Ivy, how was..." Louis trailed off.

   "What happened to you?" Liam asked, standing up right away.

   "What happened to your shirt?" Zayn asked.

   "Nothing happened, guys." I said before running up the kitchen staircase and into my room. I slammed the door, but I could still hear the boys talking because of the laundry chute in my room that led to the mudroom.

   "What was that all about, Niall?" I heard Liam ask. "Why does Ivy have bruises all over her?"

   "She said that she wants to tell you later," was all Niall said.

   "Did that David boy do something?" Harry asked.

   "I can't say." Niall answered.

   I thanked God for Niall being loyal to his word and I turned on the shower. I stripped and stepped inside and the hot water stung my cuts at first but then it soothed them. My bruises became more visible on my arms and stomach.

   I tenderly prodded one particularly purple patch of skin, and winced when I realized that it was probably one of the most sensitive bruises on my whole body. I experienced some more, and to my horror, I realized that the last bruise could be easily classified as a wimpy bruise.

   I thought about how I would tell the boys. I had no idea on how to bring it up, how to phrase it, or even how to explain why I won't call the police on David. I considered just letting them assume, but that wouldn't be fair to them. If they were this concerned about it, then they at least deserve to know the truth.