Voices Numb: Zayn Malik

Chapter 10.

ZAYN'S POV:

Cole had stormed out of our Trove circle. I shouldn't have said what I did but truthfully i don't think I had control over what was coming out of my mouth.  The silence after she left was extremely awkward. 

How  did she manage to make tracksuit pants and a jumper look hot? It's not possible. 

"Well that went well."

Harry always stating the obvious.

"I'm starved."

We decided to let Niall's stomach lead us through London. We stopped at a burrito bar and headed on in. There was a 5 year old's birthday going on inside. The place was decked out in  pink balloons and streamers. 

"Hi, boys. I can get you a quiet table in the back away from the party if you would like."

"That would be awesome thanks love."

The lady lead us past the birthday party and girls erupted screaming. They had realised who we were. All the girls were swarming us and it was the least that we could do to take a photo with them. Thay all looked around 5 or even 6. 

The other guys were picking them up and Harry was even swirling some around. 

I tiny little blonde girl of the age of four came up to me shyly. 

"Hi sweethart what's your name?"

"Becca."

"What a lovely name."

"Thanks. I can't reach the cake."

I reached up and plucked a piece of cake off the table to hand to Becca. she took it gladly gave my waist a quick hug and than ran off to her mum. We finished up on dinner, said goodbye to the party and returned home. 

I was still really upset about earlier and so many things that I could've said were rushing through my mind. The guys went to all their rooms and I fell into a restless sleep. 

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COLE'S POV:

My hand was on the car's door handle. I was so close to safety. I felt my long ponytail tugged. Oh sorry... Tugged was an understatement. I my felt like it was being ripped from it's roots. I screamed out in pain and turned around to see who had grabbed my hair. 

I should've known better than to have though I could escape it.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM LILLIAN?" 

"Ummm let me think. You!"

"I have done nothing wrong to you. YOU ARE A CRAZY BITCH WHO CAN'T HANDLE REJECTION!"

"Who the fuck are you to take to me like that. In case you haven't realized Cole. Zayn has been sleeping with me and NOT YOU!"

I couldn't think and I was going into a blind panic. How do you form words? She made a point. Zayn didn't want me. If he did then he would've done something about it by now. 

Lillian must have realised that she hit home because her eyes were sparkling with malice. I figured that she was finished and I made my way to step around her when her arm stopped me.

"I still that you won't trust that you won't tell Zayn about our little secret. You're weak."

Before I could react she had me pinned down on the floor of the car park. her nails scraped down my arms  and once again I was screaming involuntarily. 

She laughed and I saw an oppurtunity I latched onto her arm with my teeth and bit as hard as I could. This time it was her screaming in pain. She slapped my face again and again. I knew that there would be a bruise forming. 

I knew that if I didn't get out now she was going to do something that I would not recover from. She pressed both her hands against my throat. My airway was immediately cut off and I couldn't scream.

If someone would just hear me. Why couldn't someone just stumble upon us. My vision started to blur and I began to go in and out of consiuoness.

At least the pain would be over soon. All the pain of life. I had never told anyone the second half of the story. My parents had kept it under wraps and not even the Malik's knew. No teachers at school. Not even Lillian.

My first encounter with Lillian didn't end where everyone knew. Lillian had ordered her friend Hugo to rape me. He beating clearly wasn't enough and she clearly thought I deserved more. Hugo held my hands down and thrust in.

In and out, in and out. I remember crying and crying and wishing to be dead. I had bruises from his hands and where his legs had pinned me down.

The only thing worse than the feeling of Hugo inside of me was when Grace knocked on the bathroom door around 1 month later.

"Cole? Speak to me!'

"Grace, Grace it's positive." I remember saying. We sat down with my parents that night to explain what had happened. We decided that it wasn't fair for the kid to have to live with a reputation like that.

That child would always be known as the baby from her 17 year old mother's brutal rape, the toddler, child, teenager, adult. Those things stuck with you.

After having the abortion I starved myself. I don't know what possessed me to do it but it felt good. Whether I was trying to impress others or myself I didn't know. I didn't care.

I snapped out of my thoughts and I knew I was close to death. I didn't want the last image in my mind to be Lillian's face. I summoned all my strength and pushed. She was unbalanced and fell over. Thank god for her 7 inch stelleto's!

I dragged my broken body to my feet and stumbled towards the lift. Being so late at night no-one else was using it and thankfully it arrived straight away. 

I pressed the button for the boys floor and managed to make it through the front door. I couldn't go to my room. I couldn't go to Zayn's I settled on Louis room and stumbled through the door.