Hidden (UN-EDITED; on hiatus indefinitely, sorry)

Chapter Thirteen

"Should we wake her up?"

"No, just let her sleep. She needs her rest."

"I think she's waking up."

I opened my eyes to see the boys sitting in chairs near me.

"Well, hello love." Louis said smiling.

"I'll go make some tea for her," said Niall. Then, he got up and walked to the kitchen.

"How are you feeling, Brooke?" asked Zayn. I turned my head towards him.

"Honestly, I feel exhausted." I said. He sighed.

"I would too, I guess." he said.

"Do you remeber what happened?" Harry asked.

"Harry." Zayn said sternly. "Give her some time to-"

"No, it's fine." I said. "I think you all have the right to know."

Niall walked in with the tea.

"Here you go, miss," he said handing me a cup. I took it greatfully and began to tell my story.

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Well, I was a very lucky child. A loving mother and father and a cute little sister. My life was going great. That is, until I decided to go out with my ex.

His name was Xavier. Xavier James Quinn. He was a year older than me and seemed really nice at first. But then, he changed. He started drinking. He would come over to my house drunk, bringing his friends over and just acting... crazy.

Finally, one night, I told him.

"Xavier," I had said, "you need to stop doing this."

"What do you mean?" he said, slurring his words.

"This." I said, grabbing the bottle of beer out of his hand.

"Give that back." he said.

"No!" I said, "You have to stop-"

He slapped me. I dropped the bottle and touched my cheek gingerly. I looked back at him.

"Get out of my house." I said.

"Babe, ple-"

"GET OUT!" I screamed. He walked towards the door, then turned on his heel and faced me.

"You just made a big mistake." he said. "You have no idea what I can do. I-"

He paused.

"Just know that your life is about to change."

With that, he left me standing there, dumbstruck. I didn't take what he said to heart, but he kept his word.

He didn't talk to me for a few weeks. But then one night, when I had gotten home from a friend's house, I walked into the livingroom. My mom wasn't in the room, which was strange- she was almost always in there when I came home. I shook my head and sat down on the couch, looking throught my phone. Suddenly, I heard my mom scream.

My blood ran cold as I ran into the kitchen, my feet knowing what they were doing before I did. Though they had been so alive with motion, they stopped dead in their tracks when I had entered the kitchen.

My mother was lying on the floor, gasping as she tried to get up. But ultimately, in the end, she would never stand again. I wouldn't have thought, not even in my wildest dreams, that her injury- a slit throat- had been caused by him if it weren't for the "X" written in her blood on the floor next to her.

"M-mom." I stammered, horrified by the sickening smell of the red which was now puddling on the floor.

"Don't make that face." she said. "I want to see that beautiful smile of yours."