In A Hopeless Place

Chapter 13

"So, you just wandered to them? Specifically after that fight?" Zayn asked me in disbelief. "You let them hit you?" He whispers the last part.  

I gulp and take a step back.  

"Well, I'm here now and I'm willing to do whatever you want, besides leaving," I tell him.  

"Tell me what happened." I look at him. "You said you were willing to do anything I want. I just want to know what happened." 

"I just got into a minor fight and the rest is history," I lie. He just stared at me and I knew that he knew I was lying. I sigh and look down, fidgeting with my fingers. "I didn't listen so...he hit me..." I whisper and felt my eyes getting watery.  

"Who?" Zayn whispered back just as softly.  

"Harry." I feel him stiffen and tense with anger, but I don't know why. I look at him and see that his jaw is clenched and his eyes were dark with anger. "And then he would throw me on the bed and...he would do things... They would all do it. All of the guys. They took turns." I cringe from the memory and Zayn freezes when I mentioned it. I don't even know why I told him that.  

His eyes go soft once he looks at me. "Why would you go there, Carter?" 

"I didn't. I was just wandering around when Harry found me..." I tell him. He gets up and I grab his arm. "Where are you going?" I ask him frantically.  

"To beat Ha-" He begins.  

"No!" I cut him off. "He's already knocked out and you could get hurt." He chuckles at that.  

"I've beaten Harry before, Carter. He thinks he's tough...he's not." 

"Just don't!" I exclaim. "Please. I'm fine now. He's not near me. Thy won't want me back after I've walked away with you." He considers this for a moment before he shakes his head and walks out the door.  

I follow him out of the room and watch, from a window, as he leaves the house and pulls something out of his pocket. They're cigarettes. 

"Don't worry," I hear a melodic voice say and I turn around and see that it was only Eleanor. "He only smokes when he's really angry or stressed. He'll come back when he's not as pissed off anymore. I don't know what happened in there, but whatever you guys were talking about really upset him." 

"But why?" I ask her confused and she just shrugs.  

"I don't know. I wasn't in there." 

"But... why would he be mad at Harry?" I ask her. "It's not like he cares." 

"Oh my god! Your eye!" She cries and covers her mouth as she takes in my black eye. "Did... oh god. Did Harry hit you?" I sigh and look down. "He did! He did!" 

"Not so loud," I mumble.  

"I can't believe this! I need to treat that!" She grabs my arm and leads me into the kitchen to treat my black eye. "Maybe that's why Zayn was mad." 

I hop onto the counter. "Why?" 

"Zayn hates it when men hit women. He's completely against it. And you're younger than all of us. You're seventeen right?" I nod. "You're still a kid. So basically, Harry hit a kid." 

"I'm not a kid..." I grumble and she laughs.  

"Is the bruise new?" 

"One day old." She nods and starts treating it.  

"I know Zayn cares about you. We all do. I don't know if its 'cause you're the youngest one of the gang or if he really, like, CARES about you. Either way, he's pissed off that someone treated you so badly," Eleanor says and Zayn walks back in.  

He looks at us and we stop talking. Eleanor focuses on treating my eye while Zayn and I stared at each other.  

He looked so grouchy and menacing.  

Then, he shakes his head and walks away.  

So much for thinking that he really cared.

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Well, I had this written so I decided to update for you guys. And my next story is about Harry Styles! So make sure you read it after this one's done :) 

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