Torn (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

"Hey, sweetie,"he said.

"Hey,"I said a bit awkwardly.

"You're late,"he said as we sat down at our table.

"Yeah, sorry. I had to find a ride."

"Who brought you here, Zayn?"

"No, his bandmate Liam."

He stayed quiet. I looked into his hazel eyes, and knew it was the wrong answer.

"Liam?"He asked clenching his fist.

"Jordan,"I said touching his hand,"he was the only one home, so I really didn't have a choice."

"You could've called me."

"Sorry, I didn't know-"

"You don't ever think Sarah, that's your problem! Damn your so stupid!"

Everyone in the restraunt was looking at us.

"Come with me outside,"he said through his teeth, and I followed him out.

Once we were outside he yanked my arm.

"What the hell, Jordan?!"I yelped.

"I drive five hours just to see you, and you go behind my back and stay in a house full of boys?!"

"I thought it was going to be me, and Zayn! I swear!"

Jordan smacked me in the face. I began to tear up.

"Damnit, Sarah, look what you made me do!"He yelled.

"Take me home, now!"I shouted.

"Take you home?! Fine, bitch."

He grabbed my arm, and threw me in his car, and started driving.

After about ten minutes he stopped, and pulled over. He got out the car, and yanked me out. He pushed me into an alley way, and started hitting me.

"Jordan stop! I'm sorry!" I pleaded as I fell to the ground.

I felt a blow to the stomach, and I tried to catch my breath.

"I swear you are such an ungrateful bitch!"He yelled."I drive all the way up here, find out you are sharing a house with five guys, and you want me to forgive you?"

He stopped kicking me, and he crouched down so he can look me in the eyes.

"No one will ever love you the way I love you, you worthless bitch."He got up."Keep that in mind." And he walked back to his car, and drove off. Leaving me alone.

I managed to get up, but I was in total agony. I touched my face then looked at my hand, there wasn't that much blood on it. I walked down the sidewalk knowing the house is pretty close.

I walked for what seemed like hours before I reached my house. I noticed all the cars were home. Great just what I needed.

I opened the front door quietly, trying not to make a noise just in case the boys were asleep.

"Where the fuck were you,"I heard my brother's voice say.

I kept my back towards him, so he wouldn't see my face.

"I was out,"I said.

"Well clearly!"

"Zayn, I told you where she was. Chill out,"I heard Liam say. Great he's here too.

"No, Liam stay out of this. I want to hear it from her mouth."

"Uh oh, little sister is in trouble,"I heard Harry whistle.

"Hazza, shut up,"Louis said.

And I'm just going to assume Niall's here too. Awesome.

"Answer me."Zayn said.

"I went out. I've already told you, oh wait I forgot you don't listen to me anymore."

I heard Harry whistle, and Louis shushing him.

"Why have you been such a bitch lately?!"He shouted. He ended up walking towards me, and pulled my arm so I can face him."Look at me when I'm talking to you."

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, but his stern face softened when he saw my face.

I pulled away from him.

"Why have I been such a bitch lately?! Really maybe it's the fact that I feel like I'm losing my big brother?! Or maybe it's the fact that you'd rather listen to a girl you just met rather than your little sister?! Maybe those are the reasons why I'm being such a bitch!"I screamed.

"Sarah, your-your face,"Zayn gasped.

I looked at all the boys, and their mouths were wide open.

"I know it's hideous, right?! I mean your freaking girlfriend told me so, but hey you probably don't believe me. And why is my face bruised and bloody you ask? I was pushed down while walking home and I fell on the curb face first, don't worry I didn't even know the person."I said, and I stormed off into my room not wanting to here what he had to say.

I threw off my dress, and shoes and just turned on the shower and began to cry in it. After about an hour of that I threw on some sleeping shorts and the shirt that matched, and went to bed. I didn't even bother looking in a mirror to see how much damage Jordan did.

I'm such a screw up.