Cold Comfort »Z.M.« ✔️

13."Please tell her I'm sorry then."

   When it's finally over, when they leave for another victim, I try to get up. Thank god it wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. My hands are shaking though. I take out my phone. With my shaking hands it falls on the ground. I immediately get on my knees and take it again. Shit, the glass is broken. I try to tap on the screen. It works. But barely. I tap to call someone. I don't know who. I wait for someone to answer.

"Yeah? Is everything alright, Kayla? I called you but you didn't pick up." I hear Liam's voice.

"Thank god. Where are you?" I breathe out. Sounds like he's confused.

"I just... Went out. Where are you?" he answers, "Are you crying? Kay, tell me where you are and I'll be there in a second.

"I don't know." I whisper back while wiping tears from my eyes to look around. These walls, I don't know where to go. "I don't know where they took me." I say and my voice breaks in the middle.

"Oh, don't tell me you got... No... NO! I'll find you, just stay where you are." he fastly says and hangs up. I slide down the wall and look around again.

I hear some voices from afar. A few more tears roll down my cheeks as the headache gets stronger again. Soon I hear yelling. Like really loud. And it's a familiar voice. I look around. And there they are. All together.

"Hello, baby." one of them greets me. My heart begins to race. But then Liam appears.

"Leave her alone guys." Liam demands and crouches down next to me, "Are you alright, little?" he whispers and wipes my tears away.

"Wait... Is she Zayn's though?" a guy asks. I look at him.

"Probably, they only call Zayn's girl little." other answers him. I look at Liam and shake my head.

"I want to go home." I whisper. He nods helping me up. He turns to guys.

"Yes, she's his." Liam answers. Now I am really confused. I am... Zayn's?

"Well, he let us touch her. If you don't believe, ask him yourself." guys shrug. Wait what? He let them? Liam glares at them, but then he just takes me home. What the actual hell?

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*Liam's POV*

I got her back home and slept with her until she was asleep. Then I came to Zayn's house. I knock. The little bastard will regret that. He opens the doors.

"Hi, Liam. Is everything alright? You look... Angry?" he takes a guess. I don't waste any time, I hit his face. He backs off on the impact. Wipes blood from his lip. "What the hell, man?" he quietly asks. I angrily go in.

"You fucking let them touch her! You let them rape her!" I yell at him. Now he looks scared of me. And he should. He shouldn't have let them hurt her.

"Man, I didn't mean to... I thought they were joking! Did they rape her? Is she okay?" he asks.

"NO, SHE'S NOT! She's hurt and angry now! She's broken! And they fucking told you let them touch her right in her fucking face! She knows it was you behind this! She feels betrayed!" I yell. His eyes widen.

"No way... No... Can you get her to me, please?" he asks. I shockingly look at him.

"No. No, I can't. She doesn't trust you anymore, Zayn. You broke her. Now you're no good for her. Not anymore." I say and go away. He stops me. Whoa, he looks like he's about to cry. And he probably should. He fucked up real bad.

"Please tell her I'm sorry then." he whispers, but then steps back. I just go back home. How can he even ask me that? I'm not going to make it worse for her! They raped her! Partly it's my fault, I didn't say they can't touch her and I didn't go with her, follow her.

Since we live a few houses apart it isn't so long until I get home. I go in. And again they're yelling at her. I enter the kitchen where my mom is yelling her lungs out at her. Jesus, she's in the corner with closed ears. Crouched down. Knees up to her chin.

"Mom, stop!" I yell at my mother. She turns to me.

"Don't you dare yell at me!" she spits back. Wow.

"With what is she worse than me, mom? She already has so much to worry about and you're pushing her right off the edge!" I shout back at her. She clenches her teeth and storms away. I go up to Kayla and get her up hugging her tightly.

"I'm so sorry." she whispers as she grabs my shirt and sobs. I cup her face.

"For what? Sorry for what?" I ask. Her breathing is so unsteady that I'm surprised she can even breathe.

"For... For everything." she quietly answers. I hug her again.

"Kay, breathe in and out. Deep." I try to help her. She tries to do what I say. Soon she isn't crying anymore. Or rather breathing so hectic.

"I'm sorry about running away like that. If I had stayed home, nothing would've happened." she apologises again as she slowly hugs me.

"No, darling. It's not your fault." I whisper. She wraps her arms around me. I like it when she tries to hug me tightly, because she doesn't do it really tight, feels like she's trying, but it's not working. Thank god she's alright now. I let her go and we both go upstairs to my room.

"You were with Zayn now, right?" she asks when she sits down on the bed. I nod my head.

"I was, yes." I quietly answer looking down at her. She takes my hand and begins to play with my fingers.

"Was it his fault?" she barely whispers. What do I say now? Tell her the truth?

"You see, it's difficult. It was partly my fault and partly his. Yes, he sort of said yes, but he didn't mean it like rape you. My fault is because I didn't warn them about not touching you." I explain. I can tell she's breaking again. It's in her eyes. Suddenly everyone downstairs begins to yell. Oh shit, it's Zayn. Kayla stands up and goes out of the room. Damn, the boy is going to regret doing this.

*Kayla's POV*

I go downstairs. He's outside. I go out of the house. He's right at the entrance meanwhile Nicole, Ruth and Karen are all staying next to the door. I slide past them. They're still yelling meanwhile Zayn's looking at me with a cold stare. I approach him.

"What do you need? Because Liam doesn't want to talk to you." I calmly say. His look softens.

"I just knew Liam wouldn't say what I told him to tell you. I came to you. I'm really sorry about what happened." he quietly apologises. Sudden ache appears on my hand. Great, grandma. She wanted to move me but Zayn points a gun at me. What for?

"Shoot her, she's no good in life. Only brings us problems. Or take her, do whatever you want. I don't want to see her here anymore." grandma spits it out like I've ruined her life. Now Zayn looks confused. And so am I. She really just said it. She hates me.