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Chapter Thirty-Three

Zayn's POV

I had left Sam's house to go out back for a few minutes, I couldn't stand being in there while her mother beat her like that. I knew what I was doing was stupid but I can't see that happen. I called the police and acted like one of the neighbors and told them what I could hear from here. 

I heard a loud crash and something hitting the walls repeatedly and a cry for help. I hung up the phone and ran to go see what it was. I saw Sam's mum turn away from the  stairs and she gave me a dirty look before saying something.

"Go help your toy out why don't you?" she sneered.

"She isn't a toy, how dare you call your own flesh and blood a toy?!" I asked.

"She is and you'll find that out soon." with that she slapped me with everything she had, sending my head into the wall next to me. I hit the wall and it sent me to the floor. 

My vision was blurry and everything was moving. I closed my eyes trying to get it to stop but it only made it worse. I picked myself up with the rest of my strength and sat up against the wall. I heard the distant sounds of sirens along with the sounds of crying. I knew it was Sam. 

I crawled along the floor slowly and made it to the top of the stairs. I saw Sam lying at the bottom of the stairs, it made my heart break. Cheesy, yes, true, also yes.

I wanted to go down there with her and tell her everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't move, my body wouldn't let me move.

I saw a police office kneel down by Sam, and let her cry on her shoulder, then left a few minutes later before coming back with two paramedics and a stretcher. I saw Sam slowly try to get up and winced as I saw her almost hit the floor, hissing in pain.

She finally made it onto the stretcher, then she was wheeled out of my sight.

A male officer came up to me and asked me questions, I couldn't answer some of them, my vision was blurry and my head was pounding while everything was spinning. I  tried breathing slowly to control it, but that didn't work. I was vaguely aware of being lifted onto a stretcher and wheeled out of the house.

I was loaded into the back of an ambulance and despite their desperate attempts, they couldn't keep me awake. I fell into an unconscious state of mind all the way to the hospital.

*Sam's POV*

I woke up with a pounding headache and my eyes burning with the pain of a sudden brightness.

I looked around and saw Zayn asleep in the hospital chair across the room. I smiled, he looked so peaceful.

I laid back against the pillows, sighing. I have never hated hospitals as much as I do right now.

Maybe it's time I try and straighten out my life a bit. Maybe I could try and get into the local rehab center in town...

I started thinking of ways to tell Zayn when he woke up but the nurse came in, breaking my thoughts. 

I smiled at her and she smiled silently at me. She checked a few things and switched out the IV in my arm with a new bag and then left the room silently.

I closed  my eyes and smiled to myself, I was finally going to try and fix myself. As long as it would take.

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I was discharged from the hospital later that day, and was picked up by Emma and Zayn. We went back to my house and they hung around for awhile before Emma told me she had to leave and Zayn had to leave too.

They left and I was left home alone. I pulled out my laptop and typed in the website.

I looked through the front page, seeing all the programs and options they had for the center.  had never told Zayn about what I was planning on doing but I would tell him eventually. 

I signed up and looked through more of the things that were open for the program I had signed up for. I found an art class, a music program, even though it was small. I sent the link to Zayn and waited for him to reply.

Z: What's this for?

S: Me, I'm gonna do it.

Z: You sure? It's a three month program for the eating disorder and four for the self harm program.

S: I know, I'm gonna combine them, make it around four or five months long.

S: I wanna get better Zayn.

Z: I do too.

S: Come in with me on Saturday to get signed up??

Z: Sure, I'll pick you up around noon?

S: Ok

I set my phone up and laid back against the headboard. I was really gonna do this.

Zayn's POV

I finished talking with Sam and pulled out my contacts. I was gonna call him, I was gonna cancel the fight.

"What?" he grumbled.

"You win. I'm not going to fight you. But you don't get Sam. She's in rehab, you're not getting her."

"Fine, but you owe me something else. You owe me a fight." 

"I told you I wasn't going to fight you." I was confused.

"Not me, but Ridge."

I froze, Ridge has never been beaten. He's huge.

"Deal." I said after a moment. 

"Good, tomorrow, eight where we were supposed to fight."

"See you there." I almost hung up but he said something.

"And Zayn?"

"What?"

"You're a coward." he laughed, hanging up.

*Deep and dramatic sigh.*

 I'm going to end this book, there will be and epilogue and maybe a sequel.  Idk yet. 

Luv u muffins!