Secrets | l.h.

Chapter Four - Mistake

Luke's POV

"Are you serious man?!" I yelled at Michael. The nerve of that boy. "I'm going to look for her, wether you like it or not." I'm mad. No, pissed. How could he say that about his sister? Even if she is his half-sister, that's no reason.

Especially since she's so beautiful, how could anyone hate her? I grabbed my coat and car keys, Calum taking his too.

"I'm going as well." He declared. 

"You won't have to, she's here." Ashton spoke, pointing out the window. A car pulled up in the dark, Makayla stepping up out, looking sad, angry, distraught, and distressed. I opened the door and ushered her inside, when I saw tears streaming down her face. 

"What's wrong?" I softly asked, taking her shoulders to center herself infront of me.

"N-Nothing. I'm fine."

"Who drove you?" Michael asked, suddenly intrigued by the car.

"No one. Nothing happened. Please let me go." She whispered, trying to his, back tears.

"Okay." I let go of her and she bounded upstairs.

"What's her problem?" Michael asked, scoffing.

"Dude! Shut up! Something's wrong. She left on her bike and three guys dropped her off in a car. Then she almost broke down crying infront of us. What do you think?" Calum retorted, sassily raising his eyebrow.

"Do you mean-"

"Raped? Yeah, glad to see you keeping up." Cal said. I hope he's wrong.

Makayla's POV

All the way home the guys kept touching me, violating me. Luke seemed genuinely concerned when I got home, Michael just looked normal. I hope they haven't caught on. I don't feel like telling them that I cut, have severe depression, am bullied, and just got raped.

I pulled out a box from underneath my desk. It contained everything I've ever held dear. First was a polaroid of me and my old friend, Grace, before she ditched me to go date a popular guy and be around with the cheerleaders and jocks. Next was a locket my grandmother gave me before she died. It held a photo of us. Then my medals. Not for sports or anything, but one first and one second place for human body, and then a second place for a duck tape building contest thing I was in. Multiple drawings I did that actually aren't half bad, and finally a drawing I did of me and michale when we were younger.

A loud knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. Four boys came in, nervously, looking from one to the other.

"Um, Makayla, we um, well, we don't want to jump to conclusions or anything, but um, er, well, we're you r-raped?" Luke's stuttered. Shit.

"N-no."

"May, c'mon. You're a terrible liar." Michael said with no emotion in his voice,

"Go away." I said, tears brimming my eyes. "And don't call em that. You lost that privilege when you forgot my name."

"Bro! You forgot her name?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Please go." A clump of air formed in my throat, a sure sign I was going to burst into tears in any second.

"Babe," Luke and set his hand on my thigh, and I flinched, slapping his hand away. "Please tell us."

"Fine!" I stood up from my bed, raising my voice. "I was raped, happy? And I've got severe depression, I'm suicidal, bullied, and all of my friends left me for popularity. Oh, and let's not forget about how my parents don't care. They barely spend time with me, and my brother forgot my name. Their own daughter and sister."

"But you're not my full sister! We do you think that mom never looks at you with love, or a smile? Even dad shakes his head at you. You're a mistake! Not worth anyone's time! Dad got drunk and had sex, resulting in you. You're a mistake. The product of a drunk prostitute." Michael yelled.

"Well it's nice to know how unwantedand unloved I am." I said, running into the bathroom.