Calling Back Clover /l.t au/ (on hold)

Six- My Physical Ocean

"Ugh, fine." I groaned in annoyance. It had been a long day and I just wanted to be asleep and forget this day existed.

My feet came into contact with the floor and I walked to the front door and opened it. Louis was located at the end of the driveway, his eyes on me. I finally got to where he was after a few seconds.

"Yeah?" I said that was soon followed by a yawn.

"You lied." he presented. My confusion couldn't be any less noticeable. My eyebrows were furrowed and my nose was scrunched up.

"What are you talking-" he cut me off before I could roll the words off my tongue.

"About the day we saw you crying on the beach. I know your cousin wasn't in a car accident." I had no words. I wasn't the best liar, whatsoever. But, the others, aside from Niall and Taylor, bought it. "Now, what really happened?"

I felt panic raise. My throat became dry--as if it were a desert. The pain in my chest increase, as did my breathing. 

"Calm down, it's okay. You don't have to tell me." he cooed. Louis grabbed me and sat me down on the back of Taylor's truck. After about seven minutes I was able to calm down, with Louis at my side drawing circles on my back. 

"Where are the guys? They were your ride, right?" Louis nodded and shrugged.

"Well, yeah. But, everyone, including me was fed up with Zayn. So, I decided it'd be best if I stayed back because, if I stayed in that car with him I would have gone ballistic." and, I didn't blame him. Zayn acted lower than low and succeeded at stirring the pot.

"Do you need a ride?" I asked.

"No, it's all good. Anyways, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm-" I hesitated on what to say. "fine. What about you?"

"I'm okay." and now I wondered about him. I learned the many feelings that could be put into simple word. Being okay meant being stuck in between everything. And, Louis, I felt like he was unsure of everything, especially himself.

~

Now, it had been an entire week since I had gone to school or gone to the house. But, today I was going back to the house and I was preparing myself for what would be coming at me.

"Hey, Ni. I'm gonna go out, I'll be back later tonight." I lied.

"Alright. Be safe and don't do anything stupid. I love you, sis." he gave me a small smile.

"I love you too, Ni." I said, giving him a hug. We stayed like that for awhile and he kissed my forehead.

~

I approached the front door of the house my drunken aunt and uncle lived. When I twist the knob and pushed open the door I heard my uncle and aunt screaming at each other. As I attempted to close the door quietly I saw aunt Ashley's eyes meet mine. Her nostrils flared at the sight of me and her right eye began to twitch.

"Where the fucking hell have you been?" she marched toward me and my uncle entered the room.

"I-I uh- I-" I stumbled over my words.

"Answer me, dammit!" that when I was granted a blow to my stomach. I bowed down and crossed my arms over my abdomen in pain. Nothing would come out of my mouth except groans and gasps for air.

My forearms were grasped and soon I found myself coming into contact with the floor. I screeched in pain until I was kicked in the mouth. The taste of blood immersed on my tongue. I rolled over to the side and found myself facing a wall. An agony feeling shot up my spine and a scream fell from my lips.

"Shut up!" I heard my uncle Jason hiss. I was turned over on my back and my head was lifted on a pair of knees. A black cloth covered my mouth and was tied tightly at the back of my head. When the person stood up, without warning my head fell harshly onto the floor. I groaned in pain through the fabric.

I saw my uncle hover over me. He saw with me between his knees and began throwing punches at my face. Trying to defend myself by crossing my arms over myself, my aunt grabbed both and put them behind my head as the abuse proceeded. I closed my eyes.

God, please just kill me. Let me die. I silently prayed and begged at the same time. Please, please. Let me die. I don't want this anymore.

I could feel the blood fall down from the corner of my eye, like a tear.

The weight that was on top of me disappeared and I hoped that it had ended. But, it didn't.

A kick was received on my right rib-cage and it happened repetitively.I rolled on my side, again. This time I had given them a new territory to mark. Another punt was made, but on my stomach. I felt as if oxygen didn't exist as I desperately tried to grasp for it. My brain was pounding against my skull and my heart raced rapidly.

Splotches of black filled my vision. Was this it? Are my prayers going to be answered?

I was letting go.

And, then I was engulfed by darkness.

~

My eyes slowly opened, my head hurt so bad that I could feel my brain throbbing. My body felt sore. I slowly got up to prevent myself from getting light-headed. Finally, when everything didn't seem like a blur I took a moment to look out the window. The car was gone. When I looked away and saw the scene that lied in front of me, that I had been the victim of.

The punches and kicks were so severe that there was blood splattered on the walls and blotches on the carpet. I sighed and went into the bathroom. The beating was worse than I thought.

There was a scratch at the corner of my eye that was still bleeding, my eyes were swollen and turning black and purple. My bottom lip was busted open, as were my gums. Dry blood was around my nose, mouth and cheeks.

As I desperately tried to search for bandages and a first-aid kit, I couldn't find anything. I was on the verge of crying until I heard a ringing. My aunt had left her phone which gave me the opportunity to call Niall or Taylor.

I waited for the ringing to end and when it did I grabbed the phone and dialed in Taylor's number (that I remembered because she left her number on the fridge at the place they stayed.)

After two rings she picked up.

"Hello?"

"T-Taylor. Can you come get me, just you. Don't bring Niall." my voice cracked.

"Um- yeah. I'll be there in a minute. Where are you?" I gave her the address and she assured me that she'd be here as fast as she could. I deleted that call history.

Whilst I waited I went upstairs to my room and looked under the vase that held no flowers in it. I grabbed the money I saved up and stuffed it in my pocket.

Finally Taylor arrived and I hurried into the car to make sure that my aunt and uncle were in sight.

"Drive. Drive. Drive." I pressed and she immediately sped off of the street. The drive back to the place was silent. From my peripheral vision I could see her sneaking worried glances at me. I looked at the clock to see that it was near midnight and ran my hands through my hair.

~

When we both entered I saw Niall, Harry, Liam and Louis sitting around and that's when they all looked at me.

"Clover, what happened to you?"

"Are you okay?"

"What in the hell-"

"Leave her alone." Niall, Louis and Taylor said in unison.

Taylor ushered me to the bathroom, while Niall trailed behind.

(Hehe. So maybe a double update? What do you think? What are your thoughts on this chapter? Vote bc you're a beautiful potato(: and comment maybe? I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I love you, beautiful potatoes.

-Shan)