Voices Numb: Zayn Malik

Chapter 14.

ATTENTION: For this chapter to have a full effect, I suggest that you listen to Kiss Me-Ed Sheeran whilst reading: here is the link for those of you who have no yet seen the light and bought this amazing song ;) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFfKb_WEkCE

COLE’S POV:

I had been falling in and out of consciousness since yesterday’s operation. Austin had come to see me and he had really cheered me up a bit. I was trying to remain positive. The doctors had said that my memory loss wasn’t permanent and that I would make a full recovery from my injuries.

They have also put me on voice arrest; as I’m calling it, because my throat is still very raw from the choking incident. I wouldn’t have to be but I was yelling at Zayn pretty loudly yesterday. Who does he thinks he is coming in and acting as if nothing happened?

He is such a dick. He thinks he can invite me to his house on my 18th birthday, making me a legal adult; and then turn around and tell me what to do and who to see. If I want to sleep with every guy in London I fucking will. 

The guys have been to see me and it was nice to see them. I was pretty worked up about Zayn but they helped me to get over it. I know I need to tell someone what happened I just don’t know how to. That’s the problem…

Zayn has made it pretty freaking obvious whose side he is on. I can maybe tell Louis he has been so supportive about all of this, or really any of the guys. I don’t think I can let myself though. By exposing Lillian, I expose myself. That’s something I could never imagine doing. It is to me like social suicide. Nobody would ever want that kind of baggage.  

Urrggh! That’s enough thinking for tonight. My subconscious is just as tired as my body. My eyes feel as if they have been rubbed with sandpaper. I stifled a yawn and slowly lent back on my bed. My head found the comfortable groove in the pillow and it is times like this that I think, I never want to move again. Just stay here in this peaceful, safe position in my pillow groove. I know that can’t happen of course, I will have to move again one day, but for now…

I drifted off into a sleep letting my breathing slow and my heart rate do the same. I’m going to savour it while I can. All too soon I was ripped from my sleep panting and sweating. So very different from the way I went to sleep.

Was he serious? Holy Fuck!

I sat up in my bed and slowly climbed out trying not to knock any of my cuts and bruises on the hospital equipment scattered on and around my bed.

I walked around the room pacing. This is the first time you have been out of bed since coming in here.

I tried to shut off my subconscious and just think. Remember.

I had seen replayed images of Lillian and her brutal beating, and then there was a mixture of red and pain running; finally safe in the escalator and then finally stumbling through Louis door.

What next? Come on Cole. Think!

Arrgh! This is so frustrating. I scrambled as fast as I could to the bathroom throwing cool water on my face.

Okay, so not to bad so far. Just what happened after you went into Louis room? Well you are in a hospital… so obviously somebody called an ambulance. That’s it!

I was sitting on Louis’ floor supporting myself against the bed. Then I remember now. Zayn was crouching in front of me. Checking me for something… but what?

Next thing I know I’m being lowered to the ground. The other boys have all left the room and it’s just Zayn and I. He keeps asking me questions, random questions that he knows the answeres too. Next thing I know is that he is undoing my bra.