Trouble. (A One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 3.

 T R O U B L E     3 . )

-Please forgive me i had a bad case of writers block! D; -

N I C O L E ' S   P O V .

Here goes nothing. Telling your story to a complete stranger? You may think I'm crazy. Hell, even I think I'm crazy. But there is something about him. Something right. Like I can trust him. And to be honest? It creeps me out. I don't get close to people. They don't get close to me. I have friends, but I don't have a best friend. I'm just that girl, who likes to be by herself.

"I don't know where to begin." I looked at the floor, extremely nervously. I was scared. Scared of rejection, scared of being hurt, but mainly... I'm scared of falling. I know, I know, cliche. But seriously. He is attractive, sweet as can be, and well, we will see if he is a good listener.

"How about the beginning." He winked at me. I smiled a little. Go big or go home, Nicole.  Don't be afraid. If he is your friend he will accept you! Come on. Don't be a wimp.

"Okay. It started when I was really little. My birth father left me when I was around a year old. I never met him, and he never wanted me. My parents, you see, were 17 years old. My dad didn't want to be tied down to a kid! I mean, no one would. Your not ready for a child at that age. My mom sure wasn't. I remember it all too well. She cried and cried. I was practically blamed for everything. When I was around 5 years old, I would be hit. I didn't get that dance solo? Whack. Oh, you didn't get them all right on your spelling test? Whack. " He looked at me like I was insane. I looked down into my lap again. I felt a hand on my back.

"Go on."

Taking a deep breath, I continued. "So that went on for a few years. My mom eventually found a boyfriend and well, he thought it would be fun to uhm.. hit me more. So every night I was abused. Mentally and physically. It sucked, it truly just utterly sucked. Then one night, I was around 14 years old. They thought it would be funny to tie me to the bed.  Once tied there, they set the house on fire. They started it in the kitchen which was on the opposite side of where I was. The smoke grew. It filled my lungs. It was so scary Liam, I screamed so loud for help. I was so scared. I thought I was going to die. I was only 14. I had dreams, so many dreams Liam. They tried to take it away. Oh my gosh. The fire went so close to me. I  cried and cried. Then I passed out. I freaked, I thought I died. The next thing I know, I was being carried by a man in a giant fire suit." I took a another deep breath. "I was scared. No, that's an understatement. I was absolutely terrified. You see, when you are abused your entire life you learn not to trust. I thought he was going to take me somewhere, somewhere with my parents. They are going to be mad I survived. I knew it." I sucked in a deep breath.

"You can stop, you know? If it is too hard to talk about."

"No, no. It's fine." I stared down at the ground. "So I was in the hospital for two days because of the smoke in my lungs. But then I was sent free. Back to my mother and her boyfriend. Nothing got better. It eventually got the the fact that they wouldn't feed me. I got fed about once a day. I was practically skin and bone. I hated myself. I thought I was disgusting. When I was 16 I finally got the courage and ran away. I ran from the pain. I came to London, and from there..." I didn't want to tell him what I do for a living. I had to make something up. "the rest is history."

He was silent. I probably freaked him out, but why should I care? That just means he can't except me. It sucks, it really does.

"Wow Nicole. You're so strong."  He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Somehow, I got this feeling that I was safe. It was weird. We sat there in silence. I didn't know what to say, but neither did him.