Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

(Warning: If you are in any way triggered by the following, do not read this chapter: blood, abuse, bodily harm, pain)

Once we get into the hallway, I sit down on the bench that is on the other side of the hallway, just resting my feet on the floor in front of me. 

"Are you sure that I need to show you?" I ask, looking back and forth between Louis and Liam. 

"Yes," they both answer simultaneously. 

I sigh and reach down to my pant leg, rolling and pulling it up towards my knee until the whole bandage is revealed.

I take off the medical wrap and bandages, revealing the large cuts on my leg made by Tyler and some bruises from me being held down.

 I don't bother showing him my arms, which has many other cuts and bruises from being held today and multiple other days previously.

"W-what the hell is this?" Louis asks, extremely angered by the sight of the word that was practically carved into my leg. 'He hasn't seen the half of it' I think to myself, leaning my shoulders back against the wall and rolling up my shirt, revealing the bruises from that day, which is sure to be added on when class ends. 

"Who did this to you?" Liam asks, crouching down so he is at eye-level with me.

"I . . . I can't tell. I can't tell you or anyone for that matter or they'll make it worse."

Louis whispers something to Liam in which I only picked up bits and pieces. "Keep an eye . . . that class."

Me, Liam, and Louis walk back into the room. Louis goes back by Harry Niall and Zayn while me and Liam go back to where my bag is. I sit down and open up my sketchbook. 

"Whoa. Those are really good! Did you draw them?" Liam exclaimed. 

"Yeah. This is my favorite one." I say, flipping a couple of pages to see my sketch of a sunset. 

"That is amazing. Do you think that you could draw Zayn?" he asks. 

"I actually already have one of him almost done." I say, flipping to one of the last pages in the sketchbook, showing him the sketch of Zayn. 

"Let's go and show him!" Liam is standing up and gently pulling me to my feet; before I can object, he is ushering me towards the boys.

Liam leads me over to the rest of the boys. 

"Lads, Sarah has a drawing of Zayn that is really incredible," Liam says to them. They all turn to look at me. 

"Can I see?" Zayn asks. "S-Sure" I stutter. Zayn reaches out and takes my notebook. When he sees the drawing, his jaw drops, and his eyes go wide. 

"It's not that good, but I'm still working on it." I say, interjecting before they can say anything. 

"Not that good?" Zayn starts. 

"This is the best thing that I've ever seen!" Harry finishes.

Louis takes it and looks at it. "This is fabulouis!" he exclaims. 

Next, Niall takes it. "It's phenomenial!" he says. 

Lastly, Harry takes it. "It's extraordinaharry!" he says. 

"Who taught you how to draw so good?!" Zayn asks, astonished. 

"I ...I taught myself." I say, smiling. "Can I look at your other drawings and sketches?" he asks. 

"Sure, go for it." I say.

I take a look at the clock, seeing that a lot of time has passed, although it does not feel like it. It's already 3:00. Class gets off at 3:17 and I have to meet Tyler upstairs for my usual beating. 

Once they give me my sketchbook back, without taking my eyes off of the clock, I say "I'm gonna' go back by my stuff. There's only seventeen minutes of class left and I'd like to get my stuff together." 

"Why don't you stay over here by us? Maybe after class is done you can come out for coffee with us! We're planning on staying in the area and it'd be nice to have a guide!" Niall says, excitedly. 

I glance over at Tyler, seeing him shaking his head 'no', telling me to reject the offer. I sigh. 

"As much as I'd love to, I have a bunch of stuff to get done after class."

I walk back to my bag and sit back down, beginning to put away my things.

Once the bell rings, I slightly jump, sighing. Tyler walks over to me and kneels down in front of me as I grab my bag. 

"Meet us upstairs in two minutes or else," he says and stands up. 

Tyler gives a bright smile to the One Direction boys as they eye him and every other person that walks past them, most likely wondering who is bullying me. 

There is no way possible they will suspect Tyler; he seems too sweet to do anything like this.

I walk out of the room quickly, well, as quickly as I can with a limp, ignoring Liam calling after me. I put my bag down at the top of the stairwell and meet Tyler and the others in the upstairs hallway.

"Boys, hold her," Tyler barks to Jaren and Marcus, seeing as Eddie is not there. 

They do as he says, grabbing each of my arms and holding them outwards so I can't move. I don't struggle, seeing as there is no point, and just wait for it to begin.