Breathing For This (Sequel To Trembling Hands)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

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~Brielle’s POV~

“It looks like you’re almost done, Briellerz!” Liam smiled, pointing to the nearly emptied IV bag.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep my head clear as I waited for the nurse to come in. The pain, weakness, exhaustion, and throwing up increased drastically since the first half hour of the treatment. I don’t understand how my mom fought this for almost a year, I’ve only had one treatment and I’m just about ready to give up. The only thing keeping me going is the five boys, with hearts bigger than their fame, sitting around my bed. I would have died a long time ago if it wasn’t for them…

“Liam, can I talk to you alone for a minute?” I asked

“Uhh, sure?” he said, confused as to why I would single him out

“You’re going to keep secrets from me?” Niall frowned

“Why can’t we know too!” Harry pouted

“Don’t you love us?” Louis fake cried

“But now I want to know!” Zayn said

“It’s just that Liam is the most… urhh… reasonable and I need to ask his opinion of something…. No hard feelings” I replied to all of them

“Fine” they chorused, as they exited my room. Niall bent down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips before chasing after the others and shutting the door

“So what did you want to ask me?” Liam smiled

“Well… I really don’t know how to start….. I just…. I just…. When are we going to Atlanta?” I asked

“Well, when you’re done with this treatment and the side-effects have subsided, we’re going to start traveling there. The doctor said you’ll need a treatment once a week and for the first month you’ll need to be at the hospital.” Liam explained

“When we go back there…” I took a deep breath, “I want to see my dad”

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~Liam’s POV~

“What??? Why???” I said; I could only imagine how far my eyes were bugging out of my head right now.

Why on Earth would she want to go back to that monstrous man? It seemed like he never cared about her at all, I can’t imagine that even this would change his mind enough to treat her with even an ounce of the respect she deserves.

“I really don’t know how to say this nicely, Liam” she frowned, “But we need to face the possibility of me dying…”

She stopped and examined my expression to make sure I wasn’t going to protest. As badly as I wanted to, she thought I was the most reasonable one, she trusted me, I have to at least hear her out first. I reluctantly sighed and nodded for her to continue.

“I don’t want to die knowing that it ended with him on the ground, hating me and not getting to see how truly wonderful you guys are…. I want to die knowing that he knows that I love him and I forgive him for everything he’s done to me, and I want to die knowing that he won’t hate you guys.” She explained, tiny drops of tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

“Brielle, I think it’s a great thing that you’re so loving and forgiving, but not everyone is,” I tried to explain; the only problem with Brielle is that she has such a good heart, that she’ll never be able to see that some people aren’t like that, some people are filled with hatred, not love. “Your father may not react the way you expect him to, he might not change”