Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 29

I quickly grab a pair of clothes (pictured above) and go into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. 

I put my stuff down and slowly unwrap my hands, not paying the throbbing in them much attention; it's probably just because I hit so hard.

I step into the shower, turning the water on at the perfect place between hot and cold. After quickly washing my hair and body, I turn so I'm facing the faucet. 

I back up so the water rains down in front of me and raise my hands, which begin to instantly sting when the water runs down onto them. I look down at the water below my hands, seeing it become tinted red.

I look at my hands to see my knuckles cut up and starting to bruise. I sigh, knowing that the boys are going to baby me over this. Or maybe not? I mean, who says they have to know?

I can take care of myself; I know that they're only trying to help, but after taking care of myself for so long, it's a strange thing; to have people care about you so much that they'd do anything for you.

I rinse myself off once more and stop the water, climbing over the ledge and out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. 

I dry off, slipping on the outfit that I chose, silently thanking myself that I had chosen a hoodie to wear; I can cover my hands, which have stopped bleeding for the most part.

I search through the cabinets, finding some medical wrap which binds together once wrapped. I wrap both of my knuckles and wrists with the fabric, pressing it together to help it mend faster.

Once it's completely set, I quickly dry off and put on the clothes, glancing down once I have my hoodie on to make sure that my bandage-wrapped knuckles aren't exposed. 

I take a breath, brushing my fingers through my hair to make sure I don't look disheveled, and step out of the bathroom, going down the steps and into the living room, prepared to face the boys.