This is continuing from the last chapter

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I walked upstairs and into my room. I slipped my shoes off and put my bag next to my desk then collapsed on the bed, I closed my eyes and sighed. I laid on my bed and thought about what happened.

It was nice. I thought that it was going to be awkward but it wasn't, it was comfortable. And the food was great. It was nice of Zayn to do that.

I heard footsteps coming up stairs and I sat up. I forgot that Dad was here. And Tyler isn't here with me.

Dad walked into my room and his face hardened. "Who was that?" he asked.

"Who?"

"That boy you were in the car with." He must of seen us through the window.

"He was just giving me a ride home because Tyler had to stay after school," I explained. Dad's face hardened more and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, no, he's not my boyfriend," I replied quickly and shook my head. How could he think Zayn was my boyfriend?

"Then who is he to you?" Dad shouted. I jumped slightly and bit my lip. What were Zayn and I? I don't think we're friends.

"Nothing," I said with a shaky voice. He walked over to me and slapped me, hard. My head wiped around to the side and I fell back on my bed. I cupped my cheek as it stung. I felt my eyes start to burn so I tried blinking away the tears.

Dad grabbed my arm and pulled me back up so that I was face to face with him.

"Don't lie to me!" he shouted in my face.

"I'm n-not," I whimpered. He brought his hand back up and slapped me again. I would've fallen on the floor if it wasn't for his hold on my arm. He squeezed my arm tightly as he kept me up. I turned back towards him and hissed at how hard he was holding me. I felt water run down my cheeks and sniffed as I cried.

He glared at me and squeezed my arm tighter. He was breathing heavily in my face and I smelled something strong. I looked into his eyes and noticed how they were kind of red. He's been drinking.

"Dad s-stop. You're hurting m-me," I cried. He squeezed my arm tighter -if that was possible- and glared at me. I'm pretty sure he was cutting off my circulation.

"Don't tell me what to do! You're lying, and I'm going to take care of it," he spat.

"I wasn't lying!" I tried to convince him, but it didn't work. He slapped me again and let go of my arm so that I'd fall. I fell to the floor and tried to put my hands out to break my fall. But I wasn't fast enough and my head hit the floor with a thump.

I hissed and held my head as it pounded. I looked up to see Dad glaring down at me. And just when I thought he was going to leave, he kicked me.

"OW!" I screamed. I laid on the floor on my side and brought my knees up, so that I was laying in a fetal position. He kicked me again, harder this time.

"Dad stop, please!" I cried. He kicked me one last time then stepped back. He was breathing hard and his fist were balled up.

"That ought to teach you," he said then walked out of my room. I heard his bedroom door slam shut and I brought my hands down. I slowly sat up and got off the floor. I winced and held my side where he kept kicking me.

I closed and locked my door then walked over to the mirror. I stared at my reflection and sighed. Both of my cheeks were red and covered in tears. I wiped some of the tears away then lifted my shirt so I could see my stomach. It was red and already starting to bruise. I brought my hand to my stomach and slowly dragged my fingers across the area. I winced and yanked my hand away. I looked at my arm and saw a bruise there too.

I went back over to my bed and laid down.

What's wrong with him? I don't understand why he would do that to me. I did nothing wrong! And why was he drinking? I didn't even know there was alcohol in the house.

I got under the blankets and pulled them up to my chin. This is not what I wanted to come home to. I knew something would happen. Especially since Tyler wasn't here to stop it.

I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. I'm tired from that beating. Everything hurt; my head, arm, and stomach.

When I started getting sleepy I heard a car pull up in the driveway. Tyler's back. I heard his car door slam shut then the front door open and close. There were footsteps coming upstairs and into the hallway. Dad's bedroom door opened and I heard Tyler and him talking, I couldn't hear what they were saying though. There were footsteps going back downstairs and then a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's Tyler."

I sighed and winced as I sat up. I pushed the blankets down to my waist and leaned against the headboard.

"Come in," I told him. The doorknob twisted but the door didn't open. Oh, I forgot it was locked.

"It's locked," Tyler said from the other side. I threw the covers off of me and groaned as I got out of bed. I walked to the door and unlocked it then sat down on the edge of my bed.

"It's open," I said. He opened the door and walked inside before closing it again and sitting next to me.

"Hey, sorry I texted you so late, I forgot to do it earlier," he apologized. I just nodded and looked down.

"How'd you get home?" I froze when he asked me that. I can't tell him that Zayn brought me home. I know he doesn't like him and I don't want to hear what he would say if I told him the truth.

"I, uh, I walked," I lied. I gulped and looked up at him to see if he bought it.

"Oh ok," he responded. I sighed in relief and looked back down.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked in concern. I nodded again and turned away from him slightly.

"No you're not, what's wrong?" he grabbed my arm to turn me back towards him, but he touched my bruise so I winced and yanked my arm away.

"Emily? What?" he asked in concern. I sighed and faced him. I showed him my arm and he held it to look at my bruise.

"How did this happen?" he asked still looking at the bruise.

"Don't worry about it," I waved off.

"Emily," he said in a stern voice and looked at me.

"Dad," I answered. "He did it."

"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" I nodded and showed him the many bruises on my stomach. His eyes widened as he looked at what Dad did to me.

"What did he do?" he asked in bewilderment.

"He started slapping me, then he threw me on the floor and I hit my head. And while I was on the floor he started kicking me in the stomach," I whispered. Tyler's eyes started to gloss over and he looked at me apologetically.

"Emily, I'm so sorry I wasn't here. I could've stopped this from happening-," he started saying but I cut him off.

"It's not your fault Ty, and there was nothing you could've done."

"I could've been here to help you," he fought back. I shook my head and looked down at my lap. I felt Tyler's arms around me and I leaned into his hug. He didn't hold me tightly because he was afraid to hurt me anymore than I already am.

He pulled away and looked at me. "Get some rest Em, I'll talk to him."

"Okay," I agreed. I climbed under my covers and pulled them up to my chin again. Tyler went to the door and locked it before turning the lights off and closing the door behind him. I sighed into the darkness and closed my eyes. Ugh, I forgot to get into my PJ's.

Eh whatever, it's not a big deal. And it would probably hurt too much to do so. I snuggled into my blankets and tried to fall asleep.

I opened my eyes when I heard voices from downstairs. Tyler and Dad are talking. Their voices started to get louder until they were both screaming.

"What did you do to her?" I heard Tyler yell at him.

"I taught her a lesson!" Dad responded.

"You beat her!"

"She was lying to me!" There was silence until Tyler spoke up again.

"Were you drinking?"

"Why does that matter?"

"You're drunk! Do you even know what you did?"

"I know perfectly well what I did!" There was more silence and then Tyler spoke again, but this time he was quieter and it was hard to hear him.

"You weren't always like this. You've changed."

"Whatever," Dad scoffed. There were footsteps coming upstairs and then a door slam shut.

(Tyler's POV)

I walked downstairs and into the living room where Dad was slouching on the couch. He stared at the TV as he switched channels. I snatched the remote out of his hands and turned the TV off before tossing the remote to the other side of the couch.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Dad said and turned to me.

"I have to talk to you," I said slowly.

"About what?" he questioned.

"Emily," I answered.

He scoffed, "What about her?"

"What did you do to her?" I yelled at him.

"I taught her a lesson!" he yelled back.

"You beat her!" I glared at him.

"She was lying to me!" he answered. I scoffed and looked around the room. There were beer bottles on the table and two on the floor. I looked back at him and saw how red his eyes were.

"Were you drinking?" I asked the obvious.

"Why does that matter?" he slurred.

"You're drunk! Do you even know what you did?"

"I know perfectly well what I did!" I stared at my father and saw someone else. Someone different than who I used to know.

"You weren't always like this. You've changed," I whispered.

Dad rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he scoffed. He leaned forward and brought a beer bottle up to his lips.

I can't talk to him while he's like this. There's no point in trying. I slowly shook my head then walked upstairs and into my room. I slammed the door behind me and locked it before taking off my clothes until I was only in my boxers. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some sweat pants and a t-shirt. I put them both on then turned off the light and got into bed.

I don't even recognize Dad anymore. He's not the same, and both Emily and I know that. I'm just angry that Emily has to suffer more of Dad's change than me.

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(Emily's POV)

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache. I guess I hit my head pretty hard.

I slowly rolled onto my back and sat up. My stomach still hurt from the hard kicks I received. I lifted my shirt and saw that the bruises were darker.

I threw the blankets off and walked toward my door. I unlocked and opened it then stepped into the hallway, and made my way to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door behind me then turned the shower on. I turned towards the mirror and stared at my reflection. My hair looked like a bird's nest and my skin was paler than usual. I looked tired and sick. I felt like it too. I felt drained and weak.

The bathroom started to fill with steam and the mirror started to fog up. I then stripped the clothes off my body and got under the water. The hot water felt amazing, and calmed me a little.

When I was finished I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself with the towel and wrapped it around myself. I went over to the sink and brushed my teeth before going back to my room.

I took out my bra and underwear from my drawer and slipped them on. I towel dried my hair as best I could then opened my closet for something to wear. I pulled out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and slid them up my legs. I look around in my closet some more and found a white long sleeved knitted sweater so I put it over my torso. I put on a pair of socks and my black converse then grabbed my brush off of my dresser and brushed through the knots.

When I was done with my hair I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair looked fine the way it was, so I left it alone and grabbed my phone and bag before leaving my room and into the kitchen.

I walked in and Tyler was sitting at the table eating cereal. I got my own bowl and sat with him at the table.

"Hey," he greeted. I gave him the same greeting and continued eating my breakfast.

"How are you doing?" he then asked. I knew he was asking about my minor injuries so I looked at him and gave him the best answer I could.

"I'm fine." He nodded and looked down at his bowl.

I know he's blaming himself for not being here to help, but it's not his fault. It's not his fault that Dad decided to get drunk and beat me.

Speaking of Dad, where is he?

"Where's Dad?" I asked Tyler.

"He already left for work," he answered.

The rest of breakfast was silent, and so was the ride to school.

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Three of my classes are over and there's a small break before my next class. I don't know what I should do.

I'll go to the library and do some of my homework so that I don't have a lot to do when I get home.

I head towards the library and push the doors open. It's a big library.

Looking around, I find an empty table towards the back. I make my way over to the table and sit down then take out my homework from my three classes I had earlier and get to work.

My hand starts to hurt after a while, so I drop the pencil on the table and look around.

I look at the doors when someone walks in. It's Tyler and a girl I don't know. They walk in together and look around for a table to sit at.

Tyler sees me then says something to the girl and they both come to me.

"Hey," Tyler says when they're both standing next to my table.

"Hi," I smile. Tyler looks at the girl and then back at me.

"Uh, this is Julie. Julie this is my sister Emily," he introduces us to each other. She has dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and a few freckles on her face.

"Oh! This is your sister. I'm glad I finally have the chance to meet you," Julie smiles. I guess Tyler has already told her about me.

"You too," I smile back.

"What are you doing here?" Tyler asks me.

"Homework," I reply gesturing to the books and papers in front of me. "What about you?"

"We're studying," He answers.

"Do you two want to sit with me?"

"No, it's alright. We'll sit somewhere else," Tyler says quickly.

"Okay," I shrug. They walk to the front of the room and find a table. I turn my attention back to my work and continue.

After I finish a few things someone's shadow falls over my work and I look up to see Zayn standing over me. My eyes widen and I gasp.

He smirks and asks, "Can I sit here?"

I slowly nod and respond, "Uh, yeah, sure." I clear the table of some of my homework for him and he slides into the seat next to me and places his books on the table.

I exhale a shaky breath and look around the room. There are a few unoccupied tables, but yet he chose to sit with me.

I look back at Zayn but he's already looking at me. My eyes widen and I quickly look down at my work and try to focus on it.

He chuckles but doesn't say anything. I read what's on the paper five times but I still can't comprehend what it's saying. I can't focus when he's this close to me. I can feel his eyes on me which makes me move in my seat uncomfortably. I can smell his cologne from where I'm sitting and it's distracting me. But let me tell you, it's working for him.

"Are you okay?" Zayn asked. I looked up at him with a confused face.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"You look sick," he said. I think I am. I'm not feeling well.

"Oh, maybe," I shrugged.

"You should go to the nurse," Zayn stated.

"No, it's okay. I'll be fine," I waved off.

"I don't know, you look pale."

"I'll be fine," I repeated. Why does he care? He just probably doesn't want me to get him sick.

"Come on," Zayn instructed and grabbed all of his books and stood up.

"Zayn-."

"Come on," he repeated but more stern. I looked up at him and saw that he was serious. I sighed and placed all of my books and papers in my bag before standing up and walking with him to the doors.

He opened the door for me and led me to the Nurse's office because I didn't know where it was. We walked to the other side of the school until we were standing in front of a door that said 'Nurse's Office'.

"I'll wait out here," Zayn said then sat in a chair next to the door. I nodded and placed my bag on the floor next to him then opened the door and walked in.

"Hello dear, how are you doing?" I looked to my right and saw the nurse standing there with a smile on her face. I looked at her coat and saw that her name was Mrs. Phillips.

"Oh, uh, hi. I'm not feeling good today so I uh, came here to make sure if I was sick or not," I told her.

"Okay then, sit there," she pointed to a chair and I sat on it.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Emily," I replied.

"How are you feeling Emily?"

"My head hurts-," which is probably from me hitting it, "- and I feel drained."

"Well you do look a little pale," she said, looking at my face. "Put this under you tongue." She handed me a thermometer and I did what I was told. I placed it under my tongue and waited for it to beep.

When it finally did, Mrs. Phillips took the thermometer out of my mouth and looked at the number.

"Yeah your sick, it's 102," she said. I knew it. She went to her desk and pulled out a slip and wrote on it before handing it to me.

"Bring this to the principal and you'll be able to go home," she smiled. I took the slip from her and looked at it then looked back up at her.

"Thanks Mrs. Phillips," I smiled. She nodded and I stood up and opened the door. I closed the door behind me and looked at where I left Zayn last. He still sat in the chair but stood up when I walked out.

"So?" he asked.

"I'm sick," I told him. "And I have to bring this to the office so I can get out of here." I held up the slip so he could see it.

"Okay, c'mon." I grabbed my bag and we both walked to the Principal's office.

When we got there I walked inside and Mr. Smith sat at his desk.

"Uh, excuse me," I said trying to get his attention.

He looked up from his computer, "Yes?"

"This is a slip from the nurse. She told me to give it to you." I handed him the slip and he read it then nodded.

"Okay, you can go. Feel better," he smiled.

"Thank you," I responded and walked out. Zayn was leaning against the wall when I came out of the office.

"I'm free to go," I told him.

"Great, let's go." He turned around and started walking.

"Where are you going?" I asked. He turned back around to face me.

"I'm giving you a ride," he stated as if it were obvious. The bell then rang and students rushed to get to class.

"But you're going to be late for class."

"I was going to ditch anyway," he shrugged and smirked. Ditch? He can't ditch, he'll get in trouble. But something tells me that he's done it many times before.

"Oh," I whisper and follow him down the hall.

When we reach the doors someone calls my name. I turn around and see Louis walking towards me.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm sick so I'm leaving," I explained.

"That's not fair! You get to leave while the rest of us have to stay in this prison!" he joked. I laughed and smiled.

"Sorry Lou," I smiled.

"Eh whatever, I hope you feel better."

"Me too. Oh! And can you tell Tyler that I left?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll tell him at lunch."

"Thanks."

"Bye Em," Louis said as he walked away.

"Bye," I called out to him. He waved before he turned the corner and was out of sight. I turned around to face Zayn, but he was already down the hall and I jogged to catch up with him.

He opened the door and we both walked out and made our way to his car. We got in and Zayn started the car then pulled out of the parking lot and towards my house.

It didn't take long before we got to my house and Zayn parked in my driveway. He turned towards me and smirked.

"Do you want to be home this time?"

"Yeah it's fine," I laughed. He nodded and we sat in silence for a little while before I spoke up.

"So, uh, where are you going to go?" I asked.

"I dunno," he shrugged. I then got a weird idea and asked him something else.

"Would you like to come inside?" I blushed right after I finished my sentence and looked down at my lap. Of course he doesn't want to come inside! Why would he? He probably would have found something better to do than come inside and spend time with me. This is going to be awkward.

"Sure," he smiled. My eyes widened and I looked back up at him. He wants to come?

I smiled and grabbed my bag then opened the door and got out of his car. Zayn did the same and we walked up my porch together and stood in front of my door. I unlocked the door and we both stepped inside before I closed and locked the door behind us. Now what?

"Um, do you want something to drink?" I asked and looked at him.

He laughed at my nervousness and said, " No, I'm fine." This was a bad idea. No let me correct myself; this was a very bad idea. What are we supposed to do? There isn't much to choose from. We could either study or watch TV or something.

"There isn't much to do here really," I admitted and blushed. "We could maybe watch TV?" I don't feel like doing homework right now.

"Sure."

We walked into the living room and he sat on the couch while I walked over to the case of movies we owned and looked through the options.

"What do you have?" Zayn asked. He got up from the couch and sat next to me on the floor as we both searched for something interesting to watch.

"We have a lot of action movies," I stated.

"That's fine," Zayn smiled.

"Wanna watch a superhero movie?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said and looked excited. I looked through all of the superhero movies that were in the case until I came across something interesting.

"How about Thor?" I asked and pulled the movie out of the case.

"Good choice," Zayn agreed. I smiled and we both stood up.

"I'll get the popcorn," I stated and placed the movie on the table before going into the kitchen. I got the popcorn out of the cabinet and placed it in the microwave. I set the timer and sat on a stool as I waited for the popcorn to finish.

When it was ready I took it out of the microwave and put it into a bowl. I brought the bowl into the living room with me. Zayn was sitting on the couch again and the movie was starting. He must of put it in while I was getting the popcorn. I sat next to him and put the bowl on my lap so we could both eat it.

"Here," I said and handed him the bowl. He took a handful of popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth.

We were both silent and stuffed our faces with popcorn as the movie played. I love watching Thor, mainly just to watch Chris Hemsworth fight.

"Don't tell me you like Chris Hemsworth," Zayn said. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?"

"The way your looking at him, you like him don't you?" Zayn stated.

"Well, he's on my list of favorite actors. And just look at him, I mean... Damn," I breathed out.

"Really? Who's on your list?" it was Zayn's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Um... Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Liam and Chris Hemsworth, Andrew Garfield, and Channing Tatum," I smiled. There's more, but they're my top six.

"Interesting," Zayn smiled. He then said something under his breath but I didn't hear it. I didn't ask him about it though, instead we both turned our attention back to the movie.

When the movie ended I put in the second one. For hours we sat on the couch watching superhero movies together. It was great. We both made comments about different scenes and we made each other laugh.

"Where's the bathroom?" Zayn turned to me and asked.

"Down the hall and on your left," I said and pointed down the hall. He got up and left to use the bathroom, leaving me in the living room. We just finished watching Avengers so I got up and put the DVD back in the case.

I got off the floor and looked at the clock. It was 2:30 and Tyler would be coming home soon. But Zayn's here. Tyler can't see him here, I don't even want to know what would happen.

I grabbed the popcorn bowl and brought it into the kitchen then walked back into the living room. Zayn walked out of the bathroom and came back into the living room.

"I should get going," he said and nodded towards the front door.

"Okay," I said and walked with him to the door. I opened it and held it open for him.

"Your good company Emily, I had fun," Zayn smiled.

"Me too," I grinned. He looked at me and looked like he was contemplating something. Our eyes locked and we stared at each other for a little while before Zayn spoke again.

"Um, bye," he said and walked toward his car. He got in and started it then pulled out of my driveway. I waved before he drove down the street and turned the corner, out of my sight. I closed the door and went up to my room then threw myself on the bed.

That was better than I thought it was going to be. And I hope we'll be able to do something like that again some day.

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A/N: Long chapter finally!! Anyway, I hope it was good and that you guys liked it. I tried to make it better than the last chapter.

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