What The Boys Want || n.h.

S E V E N

My favorite memory of Lo would have to be the time she ran into my room, at the break of dawn, just to tell me that she wanted me to make her feel good again. She said the thought of my fingers in her kept her up all night. You can only imagine what kind of thoughts that put in my head. For the next two hours I had her whimpering.

Those moments were the exact reason I was dreading this stupid summer camp. It was a complete damper on all the plans I had for Lo and me. I so badly wanted to sit with her by the lake she was probably at right now, with all of her little friends.

Penelope only made matters worse when she started telling me she was happy that her daughter wasn't in the house. "She's a pain to have around, an absolute brat." Those were her words. It made my blood boil. Made me sick to my stomach. How could a mother be so unloving to her daughter?

"Love, are you okay?" Penelope asked, standing at the door of my room.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, sketching out Lo's body, for probably the hundredth time.

"What are you drawing?" She wondered, walking towards me.

"Nothing!" I panicked, trying to flip the paper over.

"Just let me see, I never see any of your art," she whined, reaching for the paper

"Penelope! Get off!"

Her slim hands reached for the paper, and she snatched it from my hands. "What is this?"

"It's-it's nothing, just a drawing."

"Why is my daughter's face on this naked body? How did you know about the scar on her inner thigh?" She wailed, staring dead at the drawing.

"Penelope, its nothing. It's not Lo," I said, trying to keep her calm.

She set her sights on my large sketch book. She ripped the cover open, and saw other drawings of her young daughter. She flipped through it, anger rising in her each turn of the page. "You're some kind of pervert!"

"No Nel-"

"You sick freak!" She screamed, throwing the sketch book at me.

"Please, just listen to me love," I begged, reaching out for her.

"Get away from me you... you... you pedophile!"

"I am not a pedophile!" I screamed back at her.

"You like drawing my little girl naked, you're disgusting. Oh my god, all those time you took her out, you probably took advantage of her. Have you touched me daughter?"

"I would never take advantage of Lo, never in a million years."

"No, you wouldn't, would you?" Penelope whispered, tears falling down her cheeks. "You'd only take advantage of me. You probably only stayed with me for that brat."

"No Nel, that's not how it is at all."

"You're a freak Niall, a sick freak. Everyone will know about this!" She screamed, before turning around and running for the front door.

"Penelope, stop!" I called after her, abandoning my artwork.

I chased her down the stairs, through the hall, and out the front door. "Get away from me!" She cried.

"Penelope, please come back inside and we can talk," I begged, walking closer to her.

Each step I took towards Penelope, she took one closer towards the road. "You're disgusting, how could you?" She wailed. Penelope turned around and took just two steps onto the road, before a loud bang was heard.

Her body was lying lifeless on the ground, and a black car was just beside her. My heart stopped beating. Tears began to blur my version. This couldn't be happening.

"I'm so sorry," the driver gasped, getting out of his vehicle. "I didn't mean to, she ran into the middle of the road, screaming."

"It's fine, it's okay." Lo would be devastated. Her mother was dead.

What if Lo thought it was my fault? What if she hated me for it? I suppose it was my fault, in some weird way. It was because of my art that Penelope lost her mind.

I knew what I had to do, and it killed me to even think of the idea, but it must be done. Lo can never find out about her mother, it would be too much for such a young girl. I had to take her away from here.

We had to leave.

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I know this is short and I'm soso sorry. The next chapter will be much longer and Lo will be back!!