Emma's POV
"EMMA JONES, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??" I heard a loud voice scream. Shit.
My eyes peeled open, revealing my mom standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes red. My heart sped up and I searched for words. I felt Niall move a bit and grab my hand under the blanket, making my speech not much better. "I-uh-this isn't-"
"YOU BETTER HAVE YOUR CLOTHES ON OR YOU ARE NEVER SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN" My mother screamed. I looked over on my nightstand so see the time read 7PM. Jesus Christ we slept that long??
I peeled back my blanket to show my mom that we had our clothes on as I sat up, Niall remained holding my hand as he sat up as well. He sat slightly behind be, hiding from my vicious mother.
"Mom. If you let me talk for two seconds-"
"EMMA YOU CANT HAVE BOYS SLEEPING WITH YOU ALL THE TIME. YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS, YOU'RE IN HIGH SCHOOL"
That's when I'd had it "YOU'VE ALWAYS TREATED ME LIKE A CHILD. I'M 18 MOM CANT YOU SEE? IVE HAD BOYFRIENDS. IVE KISSED THEM. I'M STILL A VIRGIN BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO TREAT ME LIKE I'M FUCKING DUMB. NIALL IS THE BEST GUY FRIEND EVER, YES FRIEND. I JUST MET HIM SO CALM DOWN. YOU NEVER GIVE ANY GUYS A CHANCE DO YOU? DO YOU EVEN SEE ME AS A DAUGHTER ANYMORE?" I breathed heavily as I finished my last words. My mom stood there, mouth wide open, her arms not folded anymore.
"I-I didn't know.." she mumbled.
"Well now you do" I finished, choking up at the end. She turned around and closed the door behind her. A tear fell down my cheek and I felt Niall staring at me. I turned my head slightly to the right to see him looking at my tear. He took his thumb and gently wiped it off, concern read all over his face. I sniffled and another tear fell. Suddenly I flew into his arms, tears drenching his shirt. I hoped he didn't mind.
That's when i noticed a slight purple mark on his neck, faintly the shape of a hand. There were scratches and bruises all over that I hadn't noticed. Maybe he had gotten into an accident. I made sure not to hurt that part of his body, we didn't need two crying people in one room.
Niall's arms wraped around my neck and pulled me close. "It's ok" he said, still quiet and worried. We sat there for a minute or so before I pulled away, sniffling.
"Sorry," I said. I didn't really mean to jump onto him for comfort like that.
"Sorry for what?" he said tilting his head, his glasses shifting as he did.
"For pouncing on you for comfort and all the yelling and everything tod-" I tried to finish, but his finger cut my lips off.
"You don't have to be" He said. I smirked a little and gave him another hug, his head went into the crook of my neck. His breathe tickled my neck, his presence made me happier. Suddenly his body stiffened as his phone vibrated. I pulled away so he could check who had sent him a message.
As his finger hovered over the message, his expression dropped yet again. "I-uh have to go" he said standing up from my bed.
"I can walk you home" i said "I think it's cleared up from the rain.." He nodded and I led him back to my brothers room to retrieve his wet clothes. He delicately picked them up and turned so we could head downstairs.
My mother was nowhere to be sighted, which i guess was a good thing.
We put on our shoes by the front door, not saying a word. I opened the front door and closed it behind the blue eyed boy. Niall took the lead at first but I caught up with him. I looked down at my hand, and just then Niall grabbed it again. "I don't want you to be sad" he said not looking at me.
I smirked and squeezed his hand tighter. "Ow" he blurted. He squeezed my hand back and our hands were purple by the time we reached his driveway.
His house was white brick, one story, a beat up red truck in the driveway. There was hardly any landscaping, but a bouquet of flowers sat on the porch. The house looked almost vacant, it made my wonder about his secret life.
Niall and I stood at the bottom of the driveway, the sunset almost gone. I turned to Niall and he was staring at his house. "I don't want to go" he complained.
"It's fine, I'll just see you tomorrow" I said smiling. He didn't respond with anything.
"It's not that, I just don't wanna be home." he said looking at the ground. He looked extremely uncomfortable and fidgety.
"Why not?" I asked politely. His head shot up and he fixed his glasses.
"I-uh- see you tomorrow" Niall stammered out before leaning in and giving me a hug, leaving with a kiss on my cheek and running up the driveway. He ran up to the house, opened the front door, and entered the dark home. I started walking home, and thinking about him more.
It hit me like a bucket of cold water in the morning. The bruises. The shyness. The jittering. The not wanting to go home. He became comfortable at my house. The scratches.
Niall was being abused.
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