Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Chapter 9- What To Do?

I was completely frozen, my blood refused to flow and my heart stood cold and still. I know I can never unhear the very words I just heard, and in a moment (if I don't do anything), I will never unhear the next noises that will follow.

"Please, please don't, Yaser I'm begging you." Zayn's voice filled my ears and caused my blood to begin flowing once again. But not just flowing, no it was boiling. Anger etched itself into my skin and dove into my blood, making it flow faster.

"You'd like me to stop wouldn't you? Take me into your mouth," I heard a harsh slap and Zayn whimper, "now bitch."

That was fucking it.

I was on my feet in a second and threw the door wide open, revealing my small form.

Yaser froze, his dick in his hand and Zayn, staring wide eyed straight at me.

"Who the fuck-?"

"Your worst nightmare." Yes it's a corny thing to say, but honestly what do you want from me?

He laughed, his chest shaking from the force and he opened his hand, dropping his member, "you're that guy, Zayn's boyfriend."

"No, I'm his friend, but not his boyfriend." I walked forward, my hands in fists by my side and no emotion on my face.

"Liam, please." Zayn's voice caught my attention but I didn't dare turn and look at him.
Rule one in boxing: eyes on the enemy.

"Yeah, Liam, can't you hear him? He wants you to leave so I can fuck his brains out. Oh but wait, he doesn't have brains." Yaser looked over at Zayn and sneered, letting a deep throaty chuckle out.

Time to go.

I sprang forward, anger and determination fueling me forward. My fist connected with his jaw, causing him to growl and stumble backwards.

"Fucking bitch!" He sneered, pulling his pants up from his ankles and charging at me. I dodged it easily, twisting and delivering a knee to his stomach. As I turned he caught my foot and reefed backwards, causing me to fall face first into the carpet. Instantly I sat up to see blood covering the small area I just fell on.
He broke my fucking nose.

I tried to pull my ankle free but his grip tightened and he spat in my face, literally spat.

Quickly with my other ankle I delivered a blow to his knee and reefed my captive ankle free, moving just in time for him to fall beside me.

With one last kick to his jaw, knocking him unconscious, I grabbed Zayn's hand and ran.

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

I wasn't entirely sure what to say at this point. Liam just beat up my dad, took my hand and ran. And I let him. I fucking let him. It's not that I'm mad, god no, I'm actually extremely pleased. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do the same thing, it's just Liam did it. Liam Payne. The same boy who flinches if you move too fast, the same boy I thought would never hurt a fly. The same boy who gets picked on and is at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

"Liam, Liam stop please." I pleaded, my legs feeling like jelly as I fell to my knees. My chest rising and falling and hands shaking.

"What's wrong? You okay?" His brown eyes were wide and I could see the adrenaline and anger coursing through his body. It was evident in the way he himself was shaking, his face pale and brown eyes so, so wide.

"I'm fine, but are you?" I grabbed his face and began inspecting his nose, it was undoubtedly broken. Though it somehow managed to stop bleeding, dry blood stuck under his nose and over his red plump lips and onto his perfect jaw.

"Yeah, just a bit high on adrenaline." He chuckled and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Where are we going?" I buried my face in my hands and let out a sob, the one family member I had contact with was in no way coming back for me. Where was I to go?
No one will take someone like you in.

I began trembling and crying harder, my tears mixing with the rain that fell, and soon arms wrapped around me and I heard Liam's soft breath in my ear. I was scared, terrified even. Here I was, crying on the sidewalk in some boy's arms that I don't even know. I don't truly know him but he just saved my life and honestly I'm confused and scared.

*Liam's P.O.V.*

Maybe he's mad? Maybe he's scared... I don't blame him, I'm fucking terrified.
"Where are we going?" Those words echoed themself around my head, taunting me. After all, where are we going? Am I going to bring him home with me? Back to a place so broken yet slowly mending itself back together? Or to the police station? Leave him there to fend for himself, only to be put up for adoption or some crazy ass thing. Maybe to Louis' place? Maybe back to his house? I can't say. Only thing I can say if I'm fucking horrified. I just beat up his father with my own two fists, could I go to jail? Of course not, after all it was self defence. Right? All I know is we have to get off of this side walk, out of this rain.
To my house it is.

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Yaay ! Liam saved the day !

Where do you guys think they are going to go now? Will Zayn be willing to follow? Guess we'll wait and see !

~Anastasia~