Persecute

Zayn's POV

The day dragged on, and I didn't see Keona, not once. Not only was I guilty, but I was worried. Worried that she would hurt herself again, or worse. I was also worried because no one has seen her since fourth period.

Harry and I talked things out for her sake. He's been looking for her too, but no one can find her. She isn't answering her phone and when we call, it goes straight to voicemail.

School ended and Harry and I met up in the front of the school.

"Anything?" I asked.

"No," He shook his head, "We can check her house, and if she isn't there then I can call some friends."

"Alright, let's go." I got in my car and drove to her house.

If anything, I don't want her home. Her evil so-called father could be hurting her right now. This guy needs to rot in ja for what he's doing to her. And I wonder what the mother is doing the whole time.

Harry and I parked in front of her house. Harry and I gave eachother one last look and then I knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the door opened revealing a man. The man who I'm guessing is hurting her.

"What?" He spat.

Harry stood up, "Where's Keona?"

The man smirked, "None of your business."

Harry grabbed the man by his collar, "Where. The. Fuck. Is. She!"

"Upstairs in her room. We had a little fun." He laughed.

Harry's jaw clenched, "Zayn go get her. I'll take car of him."

I nodded and walked past them, I was hoping Harry would beat the living shit out of him. I ran up the stairs and knocked on Keona's door.

"P-Please don't h-hurt me!" She sobbed.

I opened the door, "Keona it's me."

She sniffed, "I don't want to talk to you, or Harry."

Ouch. "I know but please, just let us take you away from here."

"Why do you even care?" She turned to face me.

My jaw dropped, she had a black eye. Her lip was busted, her nose was bleeding and god knows what her arms and legs look like.

I took a step toward her, "Oh my god, Keona we are taking you to the cops. Now."

"They won't believe me!" She cried, "I've already tried calling them."

"They haven't seen you. I doubt they'll think that you beat yourself up for attention." I picked her up ignoring her protest.

I carefully walked down the stairs and saw her 'dad' lying on the floor, and Harry hovering over him. "And if you touch her again, I won't stop next time."

"Harry, we need to take her to the cops." I told him.

His eyes stared at crying Keona in my arms. He nodded and walked to his car. I put her in the back seat of his car and shut the door.

"Where are you going?" Harry called out.

I kept walking toward the house, "I have some unfinished business."

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Harry's POV

I didn't try and stop Zayn, he wouldn't have listened to me. Plus, Keona needs to see the cops and then go to the hospital. Not only that, she needed some support other then me.

So I grabbed my phone and dialed one of my best friends.

"Hey Harry what's up?" Gemma asks.

"Gemma, it's Keona. She needs your help." I told her everything, and I mean everything.

If anyone can keep a secret, it's Gemma. She helped me through my tough times and she helped me a lot. And she can help Keona, she's a girl and can understand better then Zayn and I can.

"Meet me at the police station." I told her.

"No Harry, take her to the hospital. Tell the lady at the front that she was abused by her father and the cops will come to her. Trust me on this one, I'll meet you there." She hung up and I put my phone in my pocket.

I looked back at Keona who was curled up in the back seat. She was awake, and she was silently crying.

"We're going to end this, stay strong Keona." I told her.

After a ten minute drive, we arrived at the hospital. I texted Zayn and told him where I was at, then I picked up Keona. I slammed the door and ran inside the hospital.

"Help! Someone!" I called.

A nurse ran up to me and gasp, "What happened to her?"

"She was abused and raped by her foster dad. We need cops." I told her.

"Put her here," She rolled over a gurney, "Go tell the lady at the desk and meet me in room 105."

She rolled away Keona and I watched as she was being rushed away. I walked up to the front desk and saw a middle-aged woman, "Excuse me."

She looked up, "Yes how may I help you?"

"Uhm my, friend was abused by her foster dad. She's being taken care of, but is there anyway we can cops over here?" I asked trying to be calm.

The lady had sympathetic eyes, "Yes I'll call them. I'm sorry about your friend. Just take a seat and wait for them to get here, then tell them what's going on."

I nodded and took a seat. I leaned my head against the wall and shut my eyes. I thought I had it hard, this poor girl has been to the hospital countless times.

"Harry!" Gemma called and hugged me. "How is she?"

"She just went inside, I'm waiting for the police to get here." I told her and sat back down.

Gemma sat down next to me, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't want to just spred her personal life around to everyone. But she needs a friend, that's why I called you."

Gemma gave me a half smile and grabbed my hand, "I'm glad you know that you can always call me."

I nodded and we both sat there silently waiting to tell the police the truth.

Notes

Hey guys it's Jules again! So Aby had a race yesterday and she's still recovering so I updated again :).

Thank you all for the support on this story, it means so much to both of us. Love you all!

xx Jules