I drove fast to my house and quickly pulled in the driveway. Now, I was crying for real. I walked inside to see my mom looked confused.

"Hunny, what's wrong?" My mother asked. She hugged me and I hugged her back.

"Fucking Zayn!" I mumbled. This made my dad get up and become angry.

"What happened?" He asked angrily.

I was going to tell the truth, I knew something would happen between me and Zayn. "I woke up on him, I didn't even know I was there! Then he yelled at me and shoved me against the ground and slapped me. I got angry and punched him a couple times then ran out." I explained.

My dad started to walk to the door and told me to come with him. "I am gonna go teach the idiot a lesson." My dad yelled. He dragged me out to the car with him and I gave him directions on where they lived.

When we arrived, my dad stomped to the front door and luckily it was unlocked. I walked beside him, not sure if this was the right thing.

As we walked in, Harry asked "What are you guys doing here?" My dad was extremely pissed off.

"Where's that fucking bastard Zayn?" My dad asked. Harry looked nervous and pointed to the living room.

My dad practically ran to the living room to see Zayn sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

"Hey Zayn! I hear you're abusing my little girl again!" My dad shouted. Zayn jumped up and looked scared.

"I'm sorry Mr. Banks. I got out of control." Zayn replied. My dad made his hand into a fist and was about to hit him when I yelled "Stop! Don't hurt him!"

My dad looked confused and Zayn looked confused but thankful at the same time. "Please don't hurt him!" I murmured.

My dad began to walk out of the living room and I followed him, wanting to leave.

When we got home, my mom asked "Is everyone alright?" I nodded and ran to my room. I just started to sob, curled up in a ball on my bed.

Why did it have to be me that got bullied? Why the fuck did it have to be me.

Notes

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