Casey, I love you (Niall Horan)

Chapter 7

-Who's there? - Casey asked, with her heart skipping a beat. She heard someone, she was sure of it but it seemed impossible because when she turned around she was met with the empty street. She could swear that a voice answered her, however, the oddest thing was what the voice had said: "Not really, no..."

It was as if someone replied to her thoughts and that seemed utterly irrational.

"I'm going mad," she thought.

Nobody had answered. It was just her imagination, she tried to tell herself.

Sighing tiredly, the thought of where she would sleep came to her mind. The streets weren't safe at all, she could get mugged or even worse. Giving it some thought, she decided to stay awake until the sun comes up and her mother went to work at nine a.m. She wasn't going to school seeing that her schedule was busy and encountering Niall or his friends wasn't such a pleasant idea.

Firstly, she could change the disgusting sheets her mother used with that stranger and she would burn them in the backyard together with the cd they played. She would eliminate all evidence of that eventful night. Secondly, she would hide in the cemetery all day. And lastly, in the afternoon, she would try to suppress all the suicidal thoughts that crossed her mind. Besides, it wasn't the first time she tried to do the same thing Liam did to escape her problems, the only difference was that he always considered her stronger and Casey didn't want to ruin the image he had of her. She didn't dare to let him down.

-Oh, I'm sure of that, Cass...

Casey screamed. The voice was real. She heard it loud and clear; like it was talking to her ear. She told herself it wasn't a good idea, maybe there was somebody hidden somewhere trying to play her a bad joke.

She walked a few more blocks and found a phone boot. she looked into her pockets and found some change that could be of use.

Weirdly, she felt comfortable wandering the streets by herself, it was as if no one existed but her.

She got into the phone booth, which was awfully dirty, and in the little screen on the phone, she could see the time: it was half-past three in the morning. It may be a little out of place to call at that unholy hour, but she took a chance. Putting the coins in the machine, she waited; and after a few seconds, they answered.

-Who is it?- said the voice at the other end of the line. Her father's voice seemed sleepy and tired.

-It's Casey

-Honey... hey. What are you doing calling at this time of night? You should be sleeping.

-Yeah, I know. I was a little lonely and felt like talking to you - the voice sounded strangely sweet, the only person with whom she used that voice.

-Alright, what do you wanna talk about?

-When will you come to see me, dad? - Casey decided to talk about something more trivial and not to worry her father telling him that she was calling from a public phone because her mother kicked her out.

-Next weekend, darling -he answered.

-And when can I move in with you? -every time they spoke, she made that question.

-When you turn eighteen, honey. How many times are you going to ask me that question? -she smiled at the phone. Once she turned eighteen, she would move with her father to London and study mathematics at University. She would never have to see her mother again. Not on her birthdays, or for Christmas, or new year's. Never.

-I love you, daddy. I better hang and go to sleep.

-I love you too, Casey... - and before another word was uttered, the line disconnected and the call was over. She got out of the booth and kept roaming the city all night.