"C'mon let me take you home," he insisted. "I need to go home," I looked down to the ground embarrassed. Tears rolled down my face still trying to download everything that just happened. Blood was still dripping from my mouth, "No," he demanded "My house is right around the corner, please just let me take you home and help you," I looked back up at him. You could tell how much he was willing to help me. "Fine," I mutter. A little smile perked from his face and he then grabbed my hand and started walking beside me. I gave him a strange look.
"What?"
"I don't know, why do you care so much about me?" I let out wiping blood away from my mouth again.
"You're very, different." He paused and looked into the sky as if he was looking for the right words to say, then he looked back at me, "But, in a good way. Something's just telling me I need to watch out for you... But I'm not sure what."
I couldn't help but smile, but I didn't know how to respond to that. We remained silent until we reached his doorstep. He opened the door and I welcomed myself in. His house was typically neat, but really small compared to the other houses on the block. Niall clicked the door shut so I turn to him, "Do you want some ice," he asked walking to the kitchen. I pulled my hand down from the side of my cheek and followed after him, "Yes please."
He tossed a bag of ice to me and it landed right into my arms and placed it up to my mouth. "Well, thanks for the ice Niall," I turned around, "But I think I should head home now. My Mom's probably wondering where I am."
I felt his hand touch my shoulder, and turn me around. "Please just stay for a while," he shot me a puppy dog face. I sighed, "Okay," I just couldn't say no to this boy. We sat on the couch and he turned the television on. For about a half an hour we were zoned into the T.V until I felt his hand playing with my hair. I blush because he seemed to really like my hair a lot, so I avoid him and continue to watch T.V.
But then on the corner of my eye I saw him moving towards me. I look over and his eyes were closed, lips were puckered and he was leaning in to kiss me. I don't think I could do this, I don't even know if I like him! I can't handle more boy problems, even though he seems like a good guy I just can't take another chance.
He was only inches away from me when I pulled away from his arms. "I-I.." his eyes opened, and I saw a lost feeling sparkle in his eyes. "I, can't do this," I went on. Even though he was irresistible I couldn't, not after what just happened. His eyes moved from me and down to his hand, looking ashamed. "I'm sorry Keely.." I felt my heart beating louder. I awkwardly stood there, "I-I should go," I ran over to the door. I didn't hear a peep from him, and he didn't follow to stop me. So I pulled the door open and ran off of his porch, and ran as fast as I could home. I felt like he was the only one who understood, what I was going through. But this just might've ruined the whole thing. Tears were springing from my eyes but I managed to wipe them away from my face while I finally reached my house. I bursted through the door and ran up to the stairs and flew into my bedroom. I slid my back down the door after I shut it and crawled into a ball as I started to cry into my arms. I felt like people were just, using me, like I didn't belong here at all. I heard my mom call from downstairs, "Keely?" I heard her footsteps coming closer until I heard a knock on the door. I didn't bother to say anything, "Darling?" her voice cracked sounding concerned.
I still didn't nudge. After a few moments I heard her walking away, defeated. I just needed to filter. I just need to be alone for awhile, because it seems like everyone around me only hurt me. About an hour later I sat there remained in the same position. I finally calmed myself down a little bit, but that's when I heard the doorbell ring. I shot up to my feet but didn't open my door. It was probably Niall or someone from school. A moment or two later I heard my mom calling my name from down stairs, "What?" my voice cracked, it was obvious I was crying. I glanced into my mirror, my eyes were puffy and red and my hair was tangled through the messy ponytail it was in. "Come down here," that's when I had that weird feeling again. That weird feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you're prepared for the worst, heck I don't think this can get any worse. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Once I finally reached the bottom step I looked up at my mom. Her jaw dropped and she held her hand up to the side of my cheek, "Hun what happened to your lip?" she shook her head trying to avoid it and went on. "Darling these are our neighbors, Ann and her son, Harry." I looked up to him. He looked familiar, "He's the same age as you," Ann said.
I faked a smile towards them, knowing that Harry was giving me a weird look I tried my hardest to ignore it. "He goes to the same school as you," Harry was still giving me this werid look. I glared down at my feet, "cool," I pull my hand up to my face rubbing my eyes.
I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now, or even look at anyone.
"Wait," I heard Harry say, I didn't budge. "Aren't you that girl that's going out with Zayn?" I heard him say. I finally looked up at him right in the eyes. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek, "Wrong girl," I muttered feeling uncomfortable.
I knew he regretted asking me that right after he said it, but it still hurt me remembering everything that just happened. I turned around and ran upstairs and slammed the door shut. After I thought I cried every tear I owned I just started bursting out in tears again. I collapsed on my bed and stuffed my face into my pillow.
And that's when I cried myself to sleep.
*
I heard the beeping of my alarm clock and dragged myself out of the bed. I didn't bother to take a shower so I put my hair up in a messy bun. I went down stairs and headed out of the door to school. I wasn't going to take this bullshit everyone's been dishing out to me anymore. Once I walked into school my mood instantly changed from a more confident and improved figure to a destroyed one in seconds. I walked through the halls and over to my locker when I heard people whispering things as I walked by. "Ewe the school slut" I heard two girls giggle to each other. What? I bit my lip and tried to act like I didn't hear it. I finally reached my locker when I heard a girl say, "I heard she dumped her boyfriend and slept with her neighbor!" and laughter afterwards. I couldn't make out what she had accused me of after that but I tried to block it all out.
I headed off to class and walked in avoiding eye contact with everyone. I could tell everyone was giving me weird glares and when I sat down I heard more slurs. I glance behind me, no sign of Zayn. Louis was sitting in the back keeping himself away from everyone.
I looked back down and sat my head on my arms when I heard a calm voice beside me, "Keely?" I squinted my eyes up to find Liam sitting there. He had a warm smile on his face but instantly turned to a frown when our eyes met. "Keely don't let these words get to you," he attempted to comfort me.
I think he understood they were all lies. He seemed to be the only one here who hasn't hurt me yet. "None of it's true," I muttered looking down at myself. It felt like I could only slip those few words out, like glue was holding my lips together. I felt a lump grow in my throat and couldn't bear to say anymore words or tears would start to burst again. He didn't respond but simply patted and gently rubbed my back throughout the whole class. We sat alone, together at lunch but didn't say a word to each other. Yet, it felt like our silence was more communicating than our words, it was odd. It was almost as we were reading each other's minds in a sort of way.
But that was until I heard a group of girls walk by our table laughing to each other, "Ewe look at the whore seducing her next victom," they hollered. I heard another girl speak out, "I feel bad for the poor sweet Liam, he must be really desperate to sleep with this chick." They wanted me to hear these things. But I couldn't handle it anymore, I couldn't hear any of this anymore. I stood up, silently, and walked through the cafeteria doors. I heard from a faint distance Liam calling my name over and over again but I shook it off. I just kept walking alone through the halls, and soon led myself to the doors. I exited the school and started walking. I hate it here. I can't stand anyone here, everyone wants me to leave, so that's exactly what I'm going to give them. I finally reached my destination. I led myself about halfway down the bridge and took my shoes off. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and held my hands in tight fists. I pulled my body on the railing and looked down. Hundreds of feet down was water, I took a final breath of air. I looked up in the sky and shut my eyes.
I let my hands free from the pole I was holding to and held my breath. I began to feel myself fall, and right when I let go; a small feeling of regret entered my mind. I felt a tight warm hand grab mine suddenly, my eyes were still closed. I heard him yell, "What the fu*k were you thinking?!" I dangled from his grasp and finally opened my eyes, and that's when I saw him.
