Anywhere But Here

Chapter 3

"Need help with that?" Zayn asked, while blondie stood behind him.

"Uh, no. I-I got it." I say, trying to keep my voice steady to convince them that I'm fine, but I'm not.

"It's okay, we'll help. It's no problem at all." Zayn says to me.

"Uhh, okay. I guess." I say still unsure.

Zayn grabs the first aid kit from under the sink and opens it.

He sets everything up, and looks at me.

"Okay, this is gonna hurt, but please don't move." He tells me and instantly I start to fear the idea of pulling this piece of glass out, while I'm conscious.

"W-wait. I, um, I-" I get cut off by blondie.

"You're scared, aren't you?" I don't answer him.

"Here, hold my hand, and squeeze it. Okay?" He holds out his hand, and I hesitate but grab a hold of it anyways.

My heart beat increases as Zayn starts counting.

"Ready? On three. 1...2...3!" Zayn says and pulls out the glass, but it feels like he is pulling it out slowly, as the pain increases and I end up squeezing the life out of blondie's hand.

"Hey, it's over. It's done. Zayn is just gonna wrap up your foot and I'll take you to your room, okay?" Blondie comforts me as I keep my eyes shut, with tears running down my cheeks.

Once Zayn finished wrapping up my foot with gauze, blondie helped me up and carried me to my room, we were both silent the whole time.

He layed me on the bed.

"Hey, I'm sorry for before, I was just... in a bad mood." He says, hesitating before he said 'in a bad mood'.

"It's okay, I guess." I lie.

"I'm Niall, by the way." He says.

I don't say anything back, just fall asleep involuntarily.

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I wake up to be in the arms of someone, while they are shaking me awake.

Thinking it was my father, I screamed, while trying to get away from him.

I push myself away from him and fall to the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you alright?" I hear an Irish accent.

The light turns on and I sigh in relief to see that I wasn't in my father's house, but I still had a frown on my face when I remembered where I am and why.

"What's wrong?" I look up to see Niall.

"I-I don't know. W-what happened?" I somewhat lie.

"You were asleep, and you kept repeating 'stop' and 'help', so I tried to wake you up, but when you woke up, you screamed and pushed me away." He tells me and I literally only realized one thing; he slept with me.

"Were you just sleeping with me?!" I ask, anger clear in my voice.

"Uh... No?" He says, more of a question than an answer.

"Tell me the truth." I say, knowing obviously that he did, but I wanted him to say it.

"Yeah, I wa-" I cut him off.

"Why the hell were you sleeping with me?!" I say, furious now.

"Okay, first of all; don't yell at me, second; you asked me to stay, so I did, but don't worry, I didn't do anything, I just slept next to you, that's all." He says.

"Don't sleep with me. I don't know if you have realized this, but I don't like any of you very much. So fuck off." I say, with venom.

"Well, I suggest you keep that attitude of yours in check." He makes my blood boil as he says that.

"And why the hell would I do that?"

"Because, I can tell the boys what you've been saying in your sleep and knowing them, they will take you to a doctor to 'check' you out and then take you to a therapist." He says all this, leaving my mouth agape.

He smirks at me, knowing he's caught me.

"Oh, and you should probably close your mouth, so you don't catch flies." He says as he makes his way out of the room.

I close my mouth and burn holes into the back of his head, as he exits my room.

I really just wanted to hurt him, so badly. But I can't because I really can't risk going to the doctors, and them seeing my cuts, then telling the boys.

I'm just gonna have to avoid Niall as much as I can. I can't let him tell anyone what I've been saying in my sleep. I know some of the things I say in my sleep because they are usually repeats of what I always say when I have a nightmare.

How do I know this, you ask? Well, my grandmother always told me what I said in my sleep, because most of the time I slept with her in her room.

And I know I probably mentioned something about rape, and my 'father' most likely.

I close the door, and sit on my bed. I don't know what to do, I don't want Niall to tell anyone about what I've been saying in my sleep, but I don't want him to control me.

"Goddammit." I mutter.

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Hey, this is the third chappie, hope you liked it. Please vote, comment and I'll see you lovelies later.

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