Rest In Peace (Doublesided sequel)

Chapter Fourteen- Coming Clean

I woke up slowly, peacefully, with the morning sun rising such as I was. I peered over at Zayn to see his half naked body, still unconscious, slowly I crawled across the bed to lie with him and to lightly peck him on the cheek. “Nialler,” he moaned out, eyes closed still, I started talking to him anyway, “I don’t want to go to school today, I wanna stay with you.”

He shuffled to sit up, “why, your finals are tomorrow, babe, you can’t do that to yourself,” I stood and grabbed some clothes. “All the teachers are going to do is review things that they’ve already taught, I’m solid on everything except acid nomenclature, and Mr. Tucker won’t teach us until Peyton and I get along. I’ll be fine, Zayn.”

He streached out, simultaneously yawning and stood up, “well what do you want to do today,” I tapped on my chin, “I think we should do whatever comes along, you know, like if we’re driving down the road and we see a place we want to go to, we just go.” He grinned, “Alrighty then, this was your Idea so if it sucks it’s on you.”

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After a day full of carnivals, movies, and greasy food, we made our way back home. No one else was here since school was still in session, so Zayn and I decided to strip down to our underwear and lay on the couch together. Eventually, I ended up on top of him straddling his waist as he held my hands at the wrist. We were having a tickle fight and so far, I’d been winning.

He laid breathlessly in the couch staring up at me with tears in his eyes, “stop, please,” he pleaded. I ripped m hands out of his grip, “never, I’ll only stop if you take your finals.” As I tickled his sides he looked up at me with desperation in his eyes, “okay, Niall, okay,” he cried. I stopped tickling him and got off of his lap making my way to the kitchen to get some cereal. “Why do you want me to take my finals so bad, I’m gonna fail them anyway,” he said making his way over to me.

“Because,” I started, “If you don’t take them, you are for sure going to fail, but if you do their is a chance that you could pass them.” He looked at me like I was crazy, “I know you’re smart Zayn, you could go to university for your art, but before that you have to make it out of high school.” He rolled his eyes, knowing that I was right, “yeah, I know, I just figured that since my parents send me insane amounts of money education wouldn’t be too much of a problem.” I put a spoon in my bowl and walked towards him pecking him on the cheek. “do you want some Lucky Charms,” I asked with a mouthful of cereal, making him chuckle, “yeah, I do.”

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"Where were you today, Mr. Tucker said we only have until tomorrow, I don’t want to fail this class because of you. You could ruin my chances to get into a good college, you could ruin my life, you-" he rambled on, as soon as I opened the door to let him in, this is what he said. "Okay Peyton, shut the fuck up, its not that damn serious, and if you haven’t been accepted to a college yet, I think it’s time to give it up." We walked over to the couch, usually Liam and Josh were here, but for once they were in their room talking about something.

"We don’t have time to waste, so, why did you treat me like shit," he sat down, visibly in shock from that question. "Well um," he chocked out, "I can honestly say that I don’t know, but I am sorr-," I cut him off again, "don’t tell me that bullshit." He could see that I was getting increasingly more angry, "if you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it in the first place, why the fuck have you insisted on making the last year of my life hell." He was scared, he had tears in his eyes and was pressing himself further and further into the couch, afraid of what I was going to do. Witch was nothing, as long as I got a valid answer. "I don’t know," he yelled out of frustration, "I understand how it feels now, and if I could go back and undo it, I would." I stood up, "don’t you fucking dare say that you understand how it feels to live through what I have lived through, because you don’t." He shrunk away from me, with certain words hitting him like bricks as I watched him shake.

"I did get hospital bound by Zayn, and no one talks to me anymore. I think I actually have it worse than you, you never got put in the hospital." I stomped up to him, watching his eyes grow wide, and I drew my hand back, completely ready to feel the satisfaction of hitting this ignorant motherfucker. I slapped him as hard as I could, without even a thought of remorse in my mind, "a year ago my dad beat me until I was lying unconscious in a pool of my own blood, I was almost dead and you are going to sit here and fucking tell me that since you got a few bones broken that you have it worse. You’re fucking scum Peyton," I yelled as he cried holding his cheek. "It hurts doesn’t it bitch," I knelt next to him, leaning in towards his ear.

"You know what hurts worse, you’re father beating you before you have any recollection of time, your whole life having absolutely no one to talk to but your mother, you father forcing you to pick someone that you love to kill, your father not letting you kill youself, everyone hating you because you’re gay, your mom purposely getting murdered in a car accident. You know whats worse than all of that though," he shook his head, disagreeing with me. "You, you on top of everything else, torturing me and beating me on top of the beatings that I got at home. If I remember corectly, you beat me the same day that that I almost died and had a blood transfusion." I stood back up and paced around, "Niall, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that," I sighed, "you really needed me to tell you that so you would spare me, Peyton, you’ve raped me, I hope you don’t expect me to forgive you." He shook his head with tears in his eyes, "Niall," he wimpered, "if you’re going to say you’re sorry, I don’t want to hear it."

He sighed and wiped away some tears, "I’m gay," I wish that I could say that I was shocked but I was too angry, and somehow extremely focused on finals. I ran to my room to put on shoes and a jacket, also leaving a sticky note on Zayn’s sleeping chest telling him where I was going. "Where are you going," Peyton asked, "let’s go," I said ignoring his question. We walked out of the house and I drove, "Niall, at least tell me where we’re going," I glanced at him and smiled. "Peyton I’m taking you to a gay strip club."