Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for reading my stories, and giving me such kind words. It motivates me so much to know that you guys enjoy my books so much. As promised, I'm going to publish this chapter early. Although, please try not to hate me for what you're about to read.... at least try. And keep in mind that I won't be updating this one until Wednesday. :( Well, I know how much you guys are dying to read it, so here is Chapter 13 of "Leave Me Alone". Let me know what you think! --Ekat =)
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Aaron’s P.O.V.
“Mate, I’m really sorry about that,” Liam apologized, steadying me on my feet after the guy with the Irish accent nearly knocked me out. The prick seems to be pretty protective of Hannah.
“Don’t worry about it mate. I just wish I knew what was bothering her,” I lied. To be honest, I couldn’t give a fuck about the bitch anymore. Every time I see her, I just want to walk over to her, and lay my hands on her. Of course, I know I have to resist the urge with a room fully of people; especially when one of those people is her brother.
“She seemed fine ten minutes ago,” the girl on the couch added. I don’t know why, but I get the feeling that she doesn’t like me either, not that I give a shit. I did notice her eyeing me as Liam and I sat down on the couch, giving Hannah and the Irish guy time to cool down.
“So what’s been going on?” Liam asks, wanting to catch up. At first, that’s why I came here too. But then I saw that Hannah was here, and my mood dropped. Why did she have to be here?
“Nothing much,” I said, trying to get my head straight. “Just been hanging around town, living life.”
“That’s good to hear,” Liam said, trying to break the awkward tension. “Listen, I’m going to go upstairs, and check up on Hannah and Niall, and see what the hell’s going on with them.”
“Sure, do you have anything you need me to do to prepare for dinner?” I ask, trying to hide my disgust from Hannah. God, I hate that slut.
“Um, would you mind paying for the pizza when the guy rings the doorbell?” Liam asked. “The money’s one the table.”
“Sure, no problem,” I said with the fakest smile yet as Liam climbed the stairs to chase his obnoxious spawn of a sister. Why did I agree to come here again? Oh yeah, to catch up with Liam. Although, seeing as he’s upstairs tending the basket cases with his goon squad, maybe I can have a little fun with his little toy.
Liam’s P.O.V.
Aaron’s been acting strange since he got here. I don’t know what’s going on. I can’t worry about that now. At the moment, I have to deal with my rude sister, and the explosive leprechaun. I still can’t believe that little scene downstairs. Time to find out what the hell’s going on with those two. They made me look like an ass in front of one of my best friends.
I went to open the door to Niall’s bedroom, where I’m assuming they all are seeing as how all of the other rooms are empty, and found that the door was locked. Good thing I have a key to all of the bedrooms. I pulled my keys out of my pocket, and unlock the door. No one notices me standing in the doorway, so I just listen in on the conversation, going unnoticed. Even though a part of me is thankful that I decided to do this, another part of me regrets it because I want to do nothing than to run to my bathroom, and throw up.
The things that are coming out of my sister’s mouth make me want to shrivel up. To know that I broke my promise of always being there to protect her breaks me. To stand here, and listen to her describe everything that this monster of a person did to my sweet, innocent, baby sister infuriates me, and makes me sick. It amazes me to know that there are actually pieces of scum that can break a person’s spirit like that. If I would have known she was being treated like shit, I would have taken the first plane back home. Nothing matters more to me than my sister’s safety and happiness. I just wish she would tell me who abused her. Why didn’t Aaron ever tell me? But nothing hurt me more than her last statement, which had to be true since she shouted it after Louis pushed her.
“He raped me, okay Lou?” she said, finally snapping from Louis’ questioning.
“What?” I stuttered out, not being able to perceive what she was saying. She turned around slowly, and had a horrified look on her face that I knew what happened to her. She was shaking in Niall’s grasp, but when she turned around, she was dead still, and eyes were bulging. “Hannah?”
“No, no, no,” Hannah kept whispering shaking her head, like she was angry at herself for letting me find out. How could she not tell me? “Please tell me this is some horrible nightmare?”
“Hannah, please tell me who hurt you,” I pleaded, slowly making my way over to her as she backed up, slowly approaching the wall of Niall’s bedroom. Once her back hit the wall, she fell to the floor, hugging her legs to her chest, completely zoning out. No matter how hard I tried, she wouldn’t open up. “Please Hannah; I just want to know who’s caused you so much harm.”
“It’s that bloody bastard you call a best friend,” Niall spat at me, getting tired of hearing my plea to a wall of silence. What?
“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused by what he’s yelling at me. He can’t mean Aaron, can he? He and Hannah have always been so close.
“You can be so daft sometimes Liam,” Niall exclaimed with a huff. “Aaron’s the one who hurt Hannah.”
“That can’t be,” I said, looking to Hannah, hoping she was going to tell me this was all a huge misunderstanding.
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” Hannah said, putting her hand in her hands. No, I’m not going to lose her trust. I may not be fully convinced, but I’ll at least hear her out. I mean, this is my best friend we’re talking about. I can’t just run down the stairs, and throw accusations in his face.
“Hannah, it’s not that I don’t believe you,” I said, truthfully. “It’s just a lot to take in. Can you at least tell me what happened after I left?”
She nodded her head, and took a deep breath before speaking. I can already tell I’m not going to like where this conversation is going to take us. Although, can you blame me? The topics of this conversation are things that no person should ever have to go through.
“After you left, Mum’s work schedule got even busier,” she started explaining. “And you know me, I’m not a real huge fan of people. So the only people I had left were you and Aaron. You were on tour, so I was left with only one person I truly trusted. Turns out that was a crock of shit. At first, we started to get really close. So close in fact, that we started to date.”
Yep, I don’t like where this is going. Aaron knew that my sister was off limits, and he went after her anyway. I shut my eyes while clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to calm myself down. But the rest of her story proved to do the total opposite.
“He was really sweet the first week or so,” Hannah continued. “But one day, he came over when Mum was at work. I did have the door locked, but since we’ve been friends forever, he used his spare key. Hey came upstairs, and unleashed all of hell upon me.”
“Did you try breaking up with him?” I asked, curious to know the answer as to why she put up with him for so long if that’s how she was treated.
“Why do you think he raped me?” she mumbled, probably hoping I didn’t hear. Oh, but I did.
“That son of a bitch,” I said through clenched teeth, probably looking like the hulk right now. “I trusted him to watch after you, and this is what he does. He destroyed everything about who I knew my little sister to be. Are you at least okay?”
“I am now,” she replied, trying to give me a fake smile, but I can see right past it. She’s broken, and it’s all entirely my fault.
“What do you mean “I am now”?” I question, just realizing what she said. She looked over to Niall, who nodded his head to show support for her. Maybe I shouldn’t have lashed out at him as harshly as I did. Something tells me that he’s the reason that she has this newly found confidence. Niall walked over to her, and whispered something in her ear that I couldn’t hear. But to respond, she nodded, and held onto his hand. I heard him countdown from three in a whisper, and when he reached one, Hannah raised the sleeves of her arms, and Niall did the same with his shirt, showing cutting marks that are etched into her skin. Okay, that does it. I feel like I don’t even know the monster that’s downstairs, unaware that I know what really happened while I was away.
Once Niall explained both of their situations, I rushed over, and pulled both of them into a hug. I know that they felt that I was doing this out of sympathy and pity, but I wasn’t. I was doing this out of remorse. I shouldn’t have let this happen. While it would have been hard to help Niall with his problem, I still could have been there. I mean, for God’s sake, I’ve noticed that he hasn’t exactly been himself for the last couple of months. The way that he’s locked himself away in his room, probably feeling sorry for himself, and taking that private time to unleash pure torture onto himself, or that he wasn’t eating as much because he felt insecure because of what people were telling him.
Hannah’s wounds I took more personally. They were caused by a person we were closer to than family. And nothing stings worse than a betrayal by someone that close to you. As I glanced at each scar on her arm, I couldn’t help but feel responsible. Each gash made me cringe a little more each time. I brought out of my thoughts by Hannah, who wiped away what I assumed to be tears from my eyes. I didn’t even realize I was crying.
“Hannah, I am so sorry that this happened to you,” I said, now feeling the tears stream down my face. “This is all my fault.”
“Liam, none of this is your fault,” She said, placing both of her hands on my shoulders, looking me square in the eye.
“How can you say that?” I asked her, looking at her astonished by her words.
“You’re not the one that laid a hand on me,” she pointed out.
“True, but I left you alone with that creep,” I said.
“Liam, none of this is your fault. Now promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself,” Hannah demanded. I let out a small whimper, to which she chuckled at, but finally gave in, accepting her terms.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her in for the tightest hug of our entire lives.
“It’s nice being this close again,” she said, enjoying the close quarters as much as I was. I was about to agree with her, but then I heard a girlish scream from down the hall, and down the stairs. Shit; Dani!.