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Raped And Shattered (Zianourry // Liam Centric)

Third Person's POV

Liam never thought that one day, he'd be on the other side of the experience. He'd always seen a myriad of similar accidents on TV; his heart clenching with pity for the victims.

He'd been raped, last week. Ever since, he's locked himself in the spare room of his and his boyfriends' house. He couldn't face them; he didn't want to. He felt filthy and used, for someone had stolen something from him which he'd been saving for his lovers, and he didn't know how to react to that. He oh so desperately wanted to fall into one of their loving embraces, but he simply felt like he didn't deserve it. Liam could've stopped the man, he was after all the most built out of the five, but he was paralyzed with shock and fear. He'd started resisting and fighting back only when the man was in balls deep, but it was in vain.

He was so rough with him, made him feel like scum, and muttered horrendous words into his ears.

Liam didn't function properly under stress, but he needed a way to cope, and the only other available option for him besides his boyfriends, was self induced pain.

He's been trapped in the confinements of the cold room, slowly withering away.

He simply stopped eating, for food was the last thing on his mind. He barely slept, nightmares preponderating his mind, ripping any form of relaxation and comfort from him.

Liam was falling deeper into a pit hole of everlasting darkness, and thing is, he wasn't trying to save himself nor did he allow his boyfriends to do so.

He subconsciously flinches whenever one of them tries to touch him, and he stopped talking to them altogether. He was too occupied by what had happened to him, that he didn't bother with anyone anymore.

When Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Harry had enough with Liam's eccentric behavior, they sat him down and began interrogating him.

"Liam, what's been going on with you lately? You don't talk to us anymore, you don't sleep with us in the same room, you flinch whenever one of us comes near you, and you're just walking around like a zombie with and oversized sweater." Harry finished listing off all their questions.

"There's nothing wrong." Liam stoically answered.

"Bull-fucking-shit!" Niall exclaimed. Liam flinched slightly at the loud noise.

You're gonna be good for me won't you? Take it quietly until I'm done with you you little slut.

"Liam, if you don't want to be with us anymore, fucking go, nothing would make us more joyous." Zayn spat, he tended to transform his hurt to anger, but he only succeeded in breaking what was left of Liam. Zayn shattered his only hope; he always thought that no matter what, his boyfriends wouldn't turn on him.

"You'd make our lives easier anyways." Louis continued the soul-bruising invective.

Liam staggered up, his eyes glistening with tears as he slowly nodded his head.

"I... I-I'll go. I'm sorry." Liam quickly let out as he rushed to their room. He grabbed his suitcase, vision blurring with unshed tears, and tore his clothes from their hangers. He packed some of his remaining stuff, zipped the suitcase up, then dragged it down the stairs loudly.

He made his way to the living room and was met with a sight that set his tears loose. The four boys whom he thought loved him, were curled up on the couch together laughing at some movie, like Liam meant nothing to them, like they haven't just kicked him out of their lives.

That was the final blow to Liam's tattered soul.

"Goodbye..." He whispered brokenly.

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