Bare

Kaylin’s Outfit-http://www.polyvore.com/bruised/set?id=104259054
Kaylin's POV
RING RING RING
I was startled awake by my phones obnoxious ringtone.
RING RING RING
“Answer your motherfucking phone god damn it, I’m trying to sleep!” Zayn screamed at me.
He is always was so angry in the mornings…and afternoon…and evening. He is constantly yelling at me. But it’s just because he is stressed oh from work. I shouldn’t have had my phone on loud by his dresser while he was sleeping. It’s always my fault, he doesn’t do anything wrong in my book.
I rush over to my phone to find Abbie calling me.
“Hello”
“Hey babe” says Abbie.
“What you are you doing?”
“Just left from visiting Liam, what about you”
“Nothing I just woke up”
“We still on for hanging out today”
“Yep I have to check what time Rae is going to pick me up but then we will meet you at Coach”
“Great I have been really stressed out lately with the whole Liam thing and all so I need to chill out for a bit.”
“Don’t worry I got this. You will be back to yourself in no time once I'm through with you.”
“Okay talk to you later, bye”
“Bye” I hang up and walked to the kitchen to make Zayn some breakfast.
As I put his omelet on the plate, I felt Zayn’s presence behind me and I instantly froze.
“Who was that you were on the phone with” he said.
“No one just Abbie” I answered trembling.
“You better not be lying to me”
“I’m not”
I walked away to my closet. I picked out some tribal shorts, a mesh blouse, and wedges. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. As the water warmed up I stripped out of my pajamas and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt disgusting and filthy. I gazed over the bruises I saw. One...Two…Three. I stopped there since there were too many to count. How much foundation will I have to use to hide them, only God knows. I step into the shower and let the water cascade down my body. It stung a bit but I enjoyed the pain. I trace the cuts on my wrists and I imagine what it would be like to do it again. To pick up the razor blade and place it on my skin, pushing it into me and watch the blood trickle down onto the cold tile floor. None of this ever happened before I met Zayn. I was an honor student with amazing looks to go along with it. Now you can see my ribs through my chest. He just made me feel so ugly by calling be bitch and hitting me. I had to relieve the pain somehow so I did it on myself. I contemplated a lot about just ending this all. Just kill myself but I couldn’t leave him like that. I know one thing for sure, that I love Zayn Malik even in his dark times. Everyone tells me to leave him but they don’t know how he is when he is with me. When I wake up and I see that smiling face staring at me or like our first date when he took me to the beach at midnight and we just sat up and talked all night long.
I snap out of my thoughts when I realize I’ve probably been in the shower for a long time. I dry myself off and put on my clothes. I return to the bathroom to try to cover up the bruises and scratches the best I can with what little make up I have. I can’t let the girls know Zayn is beating me again. I make a mental note to get some more while I’m out. As I’m buckling my wedges I look up to see Zayn scowling me and looking me up and down. He slowly made his way toward me.
“Where are you going dressed like a whore?”
“I am going shopping with Abbie and Raelyn.”
“You never asked me if you could go anywhere”
“Yes I did Zayn. I asked you last night remember” I said getting slightly annoyed.
“Watch who you’re talking to darling remember who is in charge here”
I rolled my eyes and looked around for something more interesting than whatever he had to say. My head snapped to the right and I clenched my cheek. It stung from where he has hit me. Worsening the already throbbing pain, he slapped me again and I fell to the ground in a heap. I stayed there staring up at him and began to cry. He looked down at me and walked away. He turned around to say, “Get yourself cleaned up and go before I change my mind.”
I pulled myself up and leaned on the wall for a few minutes then remembered Raelyn would be here any minute. I made it to the bathroom and broke down once I saw my slightly bruised cheek in the mirror. I wash off my face and I start to fix my hair.
Once I look okay again, I get my purse, phone, and run out of the door before Zayn can say something. I sit in the lobby until I see her walking towards me. When she sees my still red eyes she knows something is up. “Sweetheart, what happened?”
“Nothing, you ready to go?” I say trying to hide the pain I felt inside. I couldn’t tell her what happened or she would get pissed and just go up there screaming at Zayn. I would just get worse when I got home. I will do anything to prevent from another beating even lie to the ones I loved.
“Yea,” Rae states, unconvincingly.

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