Wish You Could See Me (N.H Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Brooke's POV
Once again my dad smashes my head into the glass mirror in my small bathroom. Little drops of my blood were stained onto my jeans and some were with the now shattered glass that covered the tile floor. My dad was just staring at me. In one of his hands he held a hammer and the other one was clutching the beer bottle tightly in his blood covered palms.

"How dare you go to that fucking party!" He slurred, trying to keep his balance by hold the doorframe. I just laid there unconsciously on the floor. Starting to see everything going blurry. So now it's obvious, my dad found out that I went to that party. Now he's punishing me for my actions.

I felt a fist collide with the side of my cheek leaving a slight bruise on it while I just let him hurt me. I gave up. I'm weak against him. I hate him so much. I might as well go into a foster home than live with my parents who clearly don't give two fucks if I run away. They'll probably just burn my clothes. And sell everything that was most important to me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt another fist collide with the opposite cheek. Then I felt something hard hit the back of my head before I completely passed out. I'm guessing he used the hammer this time. The last thing I saw was my mom standing in the door way right behind my dad with her hands covering her eyes like she hasn't seen this happen before. But she did. She watched it all happen and didn't do anything about it. She made a promise to me when I was 4 years old before my dad started with all the abuse that she would protect me from anything that tried to hurt me.

Well she broke that promise years ago.

Brooke's Mom's POV
I stood there wide eyed at my little girl that was unconscious on my tile floor that had shattered pieces of the mirror and blood sprawled all around her body. My breath hitched remembering what he did to my mother. What he did to her is exactly what is happening to Brooke. I can't take it anymore. I have to stop with all this abuse towards me and Brooke.

"Call 911! She's bleeding out! Call 911!" I panicked pushing him out of the way and tried to stop the blood that was pouring out from the back of her head.

"Why the fuck would I do that? I don't want her. She was a mistake remember? That's what you told me in that hospital room after she was born." He slurred.

"I didn't mean for you to take it this far! This has crossed the line! You need to leave! Go and get a hotel and get drunk I don't care anymore! Just don't come back tonight." I yelled at him. I feel so much better letting all my feelings that I have been bottling up inside of me for years and letting them out.

"Make me!" He yelled back. Grabbing me by the neck and slamming me into the wall.

I pushed him away running towards the kitchen to get the home phone but before I could lay a finger on it I felt him grab me by the waist. I tried so hard to break free, but he was too strong. I kept hitting my hands against him and screaming but nothing seemed to work.

He threw me on the bed, and chucking his half filled beer bottle across the floor and the dark liquid poured out and seeping into the carpet.

"You don't talk to me like that Christine." He said threw gritted teeth.

He tied my hands to the headboard. He tried taking off my shirt but I kicked him in the balls which made me since because the last time I did that, I got a broken nose from him. He could do much worse this time.

He tied one of my hands loudly so I got it out of the knot that he tied and untied my other hand. He was still on the floor by the time I was done so I ran out of the room and grabbed the home phone and went back to the room where my daughter was bleeding out. There was a lot of blood now so I quickly dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" The lady said into the phone.

"Yes my daughter is bleeding out because of my abusive husband and I need an ambulance right away! There's so much blood!" I cried into the phone.

"Calm down ma'am, we just tracked your location, the ambulance should be there in 2 minutes." She said calmingly.

"Thank you so much." I half smiled hung up.

I sat there trying to stop the blood that was gushing out of her head that went from a bright red to more of a wine red color. Blood covered my hands and my shirt and a little bit of my pants when I heard the front door shut and the ambulance was downstairs.

"Please up here!" I hollered hearing the footsteps quickly coming up the stairs.

"Ready 1,2,3!" And the two men lifted her body up onto the stretcher and put that oxygen mask thing over her mouth, and put a towel to try and stop the bleeding.

"Where is he ma'am?" A police officer asked making me turn around.

"First bedroom on the left." I pointed to the door and he handcuffed him and was escorted into the car where the took him away.

"Can I come into the ambulance truck?" I asked following the stretcher that had Brooke on it.

"Sure" I hopped into the truck and watched as they tried the best they could to keep her alive until we get to the hospital.

News reporters were right on our tail. Some asked me questions and stuff but I had nothing to say. I feel that this was all my fault. I should have put a stop to this a long time ago but I let that monster get into my head and he nearly killed Brooke.

Niall's POV
"Niall look at this news report! I think this is the girl you were looking for." Louis hollered. I ran into the room to see the most awful thing ever.

There she was. On a stretcher with blood pouring out of her. Her mother I assume, was right behind her tears pouring out of her eyes.

"W-what happened?" I stuttered keeping my eyes on the tv.

"Her drunk of a father abused her so much and he slammed her head into a glass mirror and she has a huge hole in the back of her head and blood is pouring out. It's pretty bad Niall." He sighed turning off the tv.

"I have to go see her."

"You can't!"

"Why not?!" I yelled in frustration.

"Because 1. Management 2. Because they won't let you in unless your part of the family, and 3. Because we are trapped in this hotel room because of all the fans that are outside." He said sternly.

"Fine." I sat down on the edge of my bed and putting my head in my hands.