Will You Ever Stop Hurting Me?

Clare's pov
The boys were about to pull zayn off of me when i told them to stop. I needed to solve this myself. He still had me pinned up against the wall and it was really uncomfortable. I was tired of the violence and abuse so i tried approaching this in a new way. I gently touch both of his hands on my shoulder, shocking him.

"Zayn why do you hate me so much?" i ask him with tears streaming down my eyes. "I never did anything to you yet you still hurt me," I tilt my head up to look at him.He just looks at me shocked and had no words to say. He gently put me down and walked away.The boys and I were all shocked. i was not expecting that, i thought he was going to insult or hit me again.


Zayns pov
Why did i treat her so badly?
flashback- "Zayn you stupid little fuck!" my alcoholic father screamed at me before kicking me constantly. It was the first day of senior year and i was already bruised up. No body knew though except the boys. My dad always hit me in spots that wouldn't be seen because my clothes covered the bruises. I was pretty well liked and popular in the whole school, but little did everyone know what i was hiding behind. When I was sitting in class, I saw a girl walk in and sit next to me.

"Hi, Im clare," she said to me with a smile. I was jealous that she could be so happy so i decided to be a jerk. "Eww! I will not sleep with you! You're new and already a SLUT! I yelled getting everyone's attention to her. She became tomato red. "what's your problem?!" She asked me. " I told you! I don't want you!" I yelled. Everyone believed me since I was popular. Everyone started murmuring calling her a slut and whore.

She started to tear up. Looking away from me. It wasn't a nice thing to do, but it helped release all the anger from my dad whom still am with away. rumors started to spread about her and i continued to bully her. -end of flashback.

I started to feel bad, realizing that I treated her so horrible so that I felt better. wow I'm a dick. And her parents died?! Is that what happened that night? wait but that wouldn't explain the stiff walking and messy hair, and damaged clothing.

Notes

I would've made It longer but i have to go so ya byyeeeee. -clare