Help Me, Please? *One Direction Fanfic*

Chapter 24

"Don't you ever say that about yourself, you are none of those things." Zayn cooed.

"You alright in there, kids? You are going to be late!"

Shit, I totally forgot about the policeman.

"Shit, how's my makeup?" I asked, looking into Zayn's amber orbs.

He studied my face.

"You don't need makeup, to cover up, being the way that you are is eno-o-ugh."

"Well, thank you, but seriously."

He laughed.

"You look beautiful, like always."

I managed a fake smile.

The policeman knocked on the door.

"We're almost done! One sec!" I screamed.

I just needed a mental moment to calm down.

Zayn opened the door and greeted the policeman.

The man ushered us down to the station.

This time, there were even more cameras flashing.

What the hell?

"Zayn, Zayn! Who's this mystery girl??" some screamed from the crowd.

How the hell did they know his name?

I took three other police people to control the mass of people to let us through.

Shit that was scary as heck.

"Zayn, how did those people know your name?" I questioned, very confused.

He rubbed the back of his head and opened his mouth to speak when the chief interrupted him.

"Ms. Robertson, nice to see you, have a good night?"

Ok, enough with the chitchat. I want to get out of here as fast as possible.

The chief laughed.

Shit I just said that ot loud, didn't I?

"Well, then I will tell you that US is figuring this all out so here we really don't have to do a lot but just some interviewing."

Ok ok, I could handle some interviewing, but that was it.

Why do I keep having to talk about my experience, like as if living it wasn't enough?

Zayn patted my back reassuringly and I walked into another room, sadly leaving him behind.

This time, the interviewer was a young-around twenty five-lady with red glasses and blonde hair pulled into a professional ponytail.

"Hello Ms. Robertson-"

"You can call me Sky"

"Ok, Sky, I will be interviewing you today, so please, take a seat."

"I obeyed and took a seat across the table from her.

I took in my surroundings: like in the police movies there was a lamp light thing on the table and the room was pretty bare.

"So...I have read through the information your provided last night, but, I don't think you told the whole truth..."

Ok, now what the hell.

"Um..excuse me?" my voice cracked and became higher on the last part.

Shit shit shit.

"Ok, Sky, let me first tell you a story..."

So she was that kind of person: 'back when I was a young whipper snap...' well, you get my point.

I sighed, just wanting to get out of here before lunch. Hmm, I wonder what is for lunch...

"See, when I was thirteen, I was kidnapped and raped every day until my kidnapper no longer wanted me, so he slit my throat and left me in an alleyway."

Wow, not what I was expecting. I thought she was going to talk about paying attention or saying the truth...stuff like that.

"Wow, I-I am so sorry..."

"But that's not it, see, I was found and had to go through this whole thing-" she motioned with a flourish of her hands, meaning the interview, "and I didn't tell the truth. I lied. I said that a man just wanted to kill me and that was it. Nothing about the physical abuse."

Shit, she was trying to get me to confess.

"And, you know what? I was humilitated and I didn't tell anyone, not even my own twin sister."

"Ok, I am so sorry, but what does that have to do with me?" I politely asked.

"See, about five years later, I read in the news about a man who did the same thing-but to a ten year old little girl. It turns out...it turned out that i-it was the same man who did that to me."

She started to tear up and I felt bad for just watching.

I gave her a sympathetic smile, and she resumed.

"Then, I knew I had to tell the rest of the story....and I did. The man was found and to this day is in jail. And you know what? Telling the 'other' part of my story wasn't too bad, I mean, no one laughed or made fun of me..." she told me, trying to smile through the tears that were falling on her face.

"Ok, well, I am so happy you got past that part, but, if you want me to confess that something else happened, you are going to be disappointed. I really mean it when I say that Jim and Matt only hit me. Only. They left me alone besides that."

The lady's smile disappeared. I felt bad. I knew she was trying to get me to tell what really happened, but I was stronger.

I would never tell anyone. I mean it.

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Sorry if it is short, I just was trying to find a good kind of cliff hanger.

Ok, I will be nicer: I will update for 5 comments or 7 votes.*****