An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 18

I was glad that Gregg was understanding. Now the only problem as telling mom and dad about this. I knew they would say i'm being crazy but I was going to go forth with it. 

I had just finished talking with mom and dad. At first they didn't believe me. As if I was hiding something from them. As if I was lying. I reassured them that I wasn't. It took them a while to understand. "Well you are a grown man, so you know what you do," my mom told me. I was so glad they were okay. I promised them I would be back and would take care of myself. 

"Niall, when are you planning to leave?" I gave my dad a hug and left with Gregg. We walked over to the computer which had the site opened to buy tickets. 

"As soon as possible."

He clicked for tomorrow but nothing. No flights to California. 

"Niall, I just remembered. You have that charity day with the kids from the foster homes on thursday." I had completely forgot about it. Now I couldn't get to Juliet soon. I couldn't let those kids down. 

"Check for Friday."

And so Friday I was going to be on my way to Juliet. 

JULIETS POV

I hung up on Niall and went to my room. I was crying more than I was. My eyes became heavy. My nose runny. My hands shivered. I dug and dug through my closet until I found the bottle. I drank and drank not caring. Not caring if my grandma walked in and kicked me out. I would be doing her good leaving this house. 

I sat on the floor, by my bed. Still drinking. It was as if my memory was activated and all these thoughts flowed through my mind. The way Matt touched me. The way he took advantage. Amy betraying me. My mom gone. Me being lonely. 

I was sick of the bottle so I through it away from me and just sat there. Helpless. Motionless. Heartless. 

"Juliet?" my grandma knocked and opened the door. I quickly wiped my eyes and sat up. She looked at me with a concerned face. She noticed the bottle and picked it up. 

"Were you drinking?" I ignored her. She began yelling at me. I wasn't paying attention. My mind was in circles. I didn't have the ability at that moment to stay in focus. She was probably telling me how bad of a person I am. How i'm gonna go to hell. How i'm messing up my life. How i'm useless. 

"I'm talking to you, Juliet!" She was much closer now. She grabbed me by my arm and, with struggle, put me to my feet. "Juliet!" She shook me.

"What?" 

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" She had tears in her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Let me help you but first you have to tell me what's going on."

"I don't need anyone's help. I don't! It's too late for that." And so I grabbed the bottle and left. "Come back here Juliet! we're not done." she paused. "if you go with those friends of yours, don't come back. stay with them!" 

Who needs friends?

I walked in one direction only. I didn't have a specific place to go. I walked and walked and walked. 

I reached a park that i've never seen before. That's how long I was walking for. 

I sat on the swings. The playground was nearly empty. The sun was setting and soon the moon would rise. The breeze of the night made me miss the comfort of grandmas house. I dumped the bottle. Leaving glass shed all over. 

I sat there for about two hours. It was dark and a person here and there jogging with their dogs. I began rubbing my stomach. A little person was growing inside me. A little person being the result of nothing but an event that will scar me forever. I couldn't keep doing this. I was put with a responsibilty I wasn't prepared for. And the only thing I could've done was have the kid and give it the best of everything. As long as it didn't involve Matt.

A man who seemed to be homeless began walking my way. Homeless people didn't scare me but what made me scared of him was that I kept seeing Matts face on his. I decided to leave the park and head home. 

After walking in the chill of the night and almost getting ran over by a car for j-walking, I reached grandmas house. I stood in the front for a bit to make sure I wanted to return. But I had to. 

"Where have you been?!" grandma grabbed me by my arms and instantly let go because of how cold they were. I had no mood. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to lie down and rest. I made my way to my room when grandma went to grab me something from the kitchen. 

She came in after me with a cup of what seemed to be tea. 

"Here. It'll make you feel warm."

I grabbed it and sat on my bed. I faced the closet and only that. Grandma came over and sat next to me. She moved my hair behind my ear. "Are you okay, Juliet?" I nodded and half smiled. I needed to take a sip of the tea to make her believe everything was well. She sighed before standing up. I'm sure wishing things would be different. 

"I know of you're mother were here, things would be much better. This is as much as I can do." and she walked out, closing the door behind her. 

If my mom was here, things would have been different. I wouldn't be stuck here. I wouldn't have met the people I met. I wouldn't be in this hell hole.

I felt this sudden abdominal pain. I dropped the tea and fell to my knees. This pain was excruciating. It was nothing like i've gotten before. It was horrible. I cried out for help. Grandma rushed in and noticed I was pale. 

My grandma rushed to the phone and dialled 911. Everything was in slow motion. The pain stabbed every part in my body. 

Soon I was being rushed to the hospital. My grandma pale and scared. She was confused and kept telling me "everything will be okay." They made my grandma stay behind as they took me to a room. 

"I'm pregnant! Be careful" I said before they were going to do anything to me. When I said that, they all looked at each other and then at me. It was as if the time stopped. 

After they examined me, and the pain somewhat gone, they said, "The reason for the pain is that you just had a miscarriage." 

You just had a miscarriage. The words kept repeating, slower and slower. 

I lost my baby.