My Hero (A Liam Payne Fanfic)

Chapter 14

Natalie's POV

I was nervously waiting in the counselor's office to talk to my counselor Ms. Wrightly. Liam decided to come with me for support even though I told him he didn't have to since he might not like what he'll hear but Liam insisted on coming. "Natalie Rosemary you may see me now" Ms. Wrightly told us. I got up and so did Liam. I was so nervous and I guessed Liam could sense it. "Don't worry babe you'll be fine" Liam whispered to me. "Thanks for supporting me" I whispered back and Liam kissed the top of my head. We both walked into her room and she shut the door. Then she sat in her seat by her desk and pulled a loose strand of her blonde hair from her bun behind her ear. "What do you want to see me about Ms. Rosemary?" Ms. Wrightly asked me. "I would like to talk to you about abuse" I told her. She was a little surprised but asked me "What kind of abuse? Physical? Emotional? Sexual?" "Physical and Emotional" I answered. "Why? Natalie is something going on? Do you know someone who is being abused?" Ms. Wrightly asked, getting more concerned. I took a deep breath then told her "Yes I do. The person who is being abused is me".

Ms. Wrightly's eyes immediately got bigger. "You are being abused Natalie?" she asked just to make sure she heard me correctly. "Yes. Well not anymore. At least not for now" I told her loud and clear. Ms. Wrightly grabbed a paper, clipboard, and pen from a drawer in her desk and put the paper on the clipboard. "What kind of abuse have you gone through?" she asked. "Physical and emotional" I told her. "And how long have you been theough the abuse?" she asked. "For almost 6 years" I said. Ms. Wrightly wrote down everything I was saying onto the paper then asked. "Was there anyone else who was also going through this abuse?" "Yes. My 5 year old brother Jack. He's been through the abuse ever since he was 1" I told her. I looked over at Liam who's eyes were watery. He was probably thinking of Jack being treated like that. Poor Liam. That's why I suggested he not come. I didn't want him to imagine me and my brother getting hurt like that. "Natalie who was abusing you and your brother?" Ms. Wrightly asked.

"My Dad Tom Rosemary. You see when I entered middle school he began to change. He started becoming verbally mean to me and started calling me hurtful names like slut, whore, or a disgrace to this family. One day my parents told me they were going to divorce and I was hoping to live with my Mom. My Dad also started to drink" I explained. "How often did he drink?" Ms. Wrightly asked. "Every night. At first he only abused us when he was drunk and our Mom would take the abuse for us even though I refused. My Dad also wanted me and my brother to live with him and he wanted my Mom to move to Pennsylvania. But she refused. It was really making my Dad mad and when he reached his breaking point he grabbed my Mom by her shirt and that's when she finally gave in and moved. That's when the abuse started. At first he only abused me when I made a mistake or he was mad at me. Then he began abusing me once a month. Then once a week then lots of times every day" I explained. "How hard was the abuse? Hitting? Full blown attacks?" Ms. Wrightly asked. "Both. It got really bad" I told her. "How bad?" She asked. "The worse probably. Like this" I told Ms. Wrightly as I lifted up the back of my shirt and turned around so she could see my bruise. "He always would slap my back every day and created this bruise on my back that won't go away". "Did he ever abuse you when he was drunk?" She asked. "Yes. That's when the abuse was the worst" I answered.

"What's the worst he has ever done to your brother?" Ms. Wrightly asked. "The same as me. He would hit him, slap him, beat him up, yell at him, throw something at him, or bang him against the wall. He even has the same bruise on his back. Most of the time I would take the abuse for him and my Dad would threaten to hurt Jack if I didn't do what he wanted. I did my best to protect my little brother but he would still get hurt" I told her and tears began pouring down my face as I remembered all the times I failed to protect Jack. "I'm sorry" I told my counselor. "Natalie you don't have to apologize for anything. It's natural for victims of abuse to cry when they're revealing their story. Are you still with your Dad now?" Ms. Wrightly asked.

"No. 3 days ago at night my Dad punched my brother in the face and when I yelled at him for doing that he banged me against the wall. That's when I realized me and my brother needed to get away from him. I packed all of my stuff and my brother's stuff, took all my Dad's money which he would have used for beer or cigarettes, put Jack in our car and drove around until I found a hotel close enough to school to stay at. I was planning to drive to Pennsylvania to be with our Mom after. But when I was at the hotel I got a text from my Dad saying he was going to find us and make sure we never reach Pennsylvania" I told Ms. Wrightly and pulled out my phone to show her the text. She wrote down lots of things then asked me to continue. I told her about how I saw him at the park and how Rose saw him watching her through the bushes. I also told her about what we thought he was planning to do after school. And I told Ms. Wrightly "I'm so sorry for not reporting this to anyone before. I was just afraid if I did that they would be mad at me for not reporting this as soon as it happened or that they wouldn't believe me. I was also afraid my Dad would find out and abuse me in the worse way possible. But luckily my friends and boyfriend kept encouraging me to tell someone" I confessed.

"That's understandable. Usually victims of abuse feel like the abuse is their fault and that no one will believe them. But I'm glad you did. You're lucky you have great friends and great boyfriend" Ms. Wrightly told me. Then she said "About your father. I will talk to the principal about you, your friend's, and your brother's safety. I'll see if we can contact police to see that you, your friends, and your brother get to your homes safely. And maybe we can find your father and arrest him". "But where will me and my brother go? We only payed a week to stay at that hotel" I explained. "We'll get to that later. Right now the important thing is the safety of you, your brother, and your friends. You can go back to class now. I will call you and your friends down to the office when I've talked to the principal and come up with a plan" Ms. Wrightly told me.

I walked with Liam out of the counselor's office and back to my study hall. "You did great Natalie. I'm proud of you" Liam told me and added "Soon you and Jack will finally be free from your Dad's abuse". "But Liam what if it doesn't work out? What if my Dad saw me talking to the counselor through the window or heard me? He could find me, he could kill me, he could..." Liam interrupted me by saying. "There's no way he could've saw or heard you. The window was shut and Ms. Wrightly had the blinds over them. And when students tell teachers or counselors about abuse they are required to report it to police. And the police won't let your Dad hurt you. And neither will I" Liam told me. I felt relieved and protected now that I reported the abuse and police will help but I also felt that this could all fail and my Dad would find me and kill me, my brother, my friends, or my boyfriend. And I hated putting them in danger. For the first time ever, I was regretting school being over.

A/N
This chapter took awhile to think about and write but I finally finished it. Hoped it was worth reading.
~LiamPaynelover1