A Broken Dream (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Nineteen: Mommy?

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•Leah's POV

"My mother had brown eyes." I blurted out. Immediately, I wanted to smack myself in the face. Why would you say that Leah?! Now they're going to ask about her! You're so stupid!

"You haven't mentioned your mum before. Why?" Zayn looked down at me with those warm brown eyes. It was terrifying how similar their eyes are.

"Well...um... She, she died. She died when I was five. She was the only real family I ever had." I etched the image of his tee shirt color into my mind.

"I'm sorry. How did she die?" My eyes moved up to his then off in the direction of the hallway we were walking down.

"She committed suicide... because of my dad." I stared forward at my knees bent over Zayn's right arm.

-Flashback-

"Mommy? Mommy wake up! Daddy's gonna be home soon! He'll hurt you if he finds you asleep! Mommy?" Her brunette hair fell completely over her face and tears were running down her face.

"I love you baby. Stay strong for mommy, okay? I love you." Her words were drifting lazily around my small head and I didn't quite understand what she was saying. Her eyes started shutting and that's when his heavy footsteps began. He threw the door open and he immediately picked up an empty prescription bottle.

That's when it all went downhill.

-Done-

"Y-your mum... Killed herself?" Zayn stopped for a minute. All the other boys were ten feet ahead of us and not paying attention to anything.

"Th-the abuse just got t-too much for her. She couldn't stand watching him hurt me, so she thought that maybe if she died that he would realize what he'd been doing wrong. My mom was always right, except for when it came to my dad." I sighed and closed my eyes, just letting Zayn hold me tight.

What am I doing? Why am I letting them help me? All they'll do is hurt me in the end. I'm going to mess up and life is going to go back to the way it was. I'm never going to get rid of these feelings. Ill be stuck in a permanent anxiety attack.

"I'm going to put you down now, okay?" Zayn spoke quietly. I opened my eyes and found that we were back in the dressing room. I wasn't very dizzy anymore, but my head had started hurting. Zayn set me on the couch and Harry sat next to me.

"Lay down babe." Harry urged me sleep. I just set my head in his lap and stared up at him. He gently pushed a few strands of hair from my eyes.

"We just have to stay here a few more minutes before we go to the bus, okay? We just have to wait for Paul to give us the green light." He shot me a small smile and I shook my head lightly. When Paul finally came in, I shakily stood to my feet.

"I'm not letting you walk out like that." Harry stated, noticing my wobbling.

"I'm fine Harry." I hated this pity party. That's all it was from these boys. One huge pity party. I took a step and nearly collapsed, steadying myself on the wall.

"No, come here." He tried to grab me but I pushed him back. After a small struggle, I finally let him pick me up. I quietly sobbed into his shoulder as he carried me all the way to the bus.

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"I'm just gonna go to bed." I said, standing up from the couch.

"Don't you want somethin to eat, darlin?" Niall asked.

"No, I'm good." I began pulling off Harry's jacket. I soon climbed into my bunk and fell into a deep sleep.

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I love you! Stay beautiful,

Brittany