Broken Together

Chapter 13: I Could Be Safe

It's been four days since I saw Greg. The next day I went to the hospital he was gone. He had been discharged. I don't care though he doesn't need me in his life. He has everything he wanted I mean that's why he left to make a new life for himself.

"Niall!" I roll over from where I'm laying in my bunk to see the lads all standing in the door way

"What?" I sigh

"It's time to get up!" Louis says as they walk over to me

"Why?"

Harry sighs "because ever since you told us about your brother you've been in bed!"

"That was four days ago!" Liam shows me four on him hand

"So?" I raise my eye brows

"So you've only left your bed for school meals and therapy which you don't even do any talking in!" Liam harasses me

"How do you know what do or don't do in therapy?" I spit annoyed with everyone

He sighs "Niall we over heard Grendale on the phone with your social worker" I sit up

"Is IFCA moving me again?" I ask not surprised

He shakes his head "I don't think so"

"We heard her say that when she gets here later today she's bringing the police and your therapist to talk about what happened to you and Greg." Harry explains

"She said she's tracked down your brother and is going to talk to him also" Louis adds

I shake my head"They can't make me talk"

"We just thought you'd like some warning"

"Thanks" I nod

"Niall?" Ben one of the nurses opens the door

I lean forward so he can see me behind the lads "you have therapy, c'mon" he tells me and I sigh

I stand up but in of the boys grabs my arm turning me around "what?" I face Harry

"If you won't talk to us please talk to Kristen, we're worried about you" he says honestly his green eyes looking at me pleadingly

"You don't need to worry about me" I pull my arm away from him and leave following Ben to therapy

"Hello Niall" Kristen greets me smiling like she always does "how are you?"

I sit down on the couch like I always do "fine" I mumble looking down at my hands in my lap

"Look niall I know you've had a rough few days since you found out about your brother so I haven't been pushing you. But I would really like to not do all the talking today?"

What does she want me to thank her? "Yeah" I sigh

He folds her hands in her lap looking at me "Your social worker is here today. She wants to talk to a bit about your brother, your family"

"Yeah I know they want to interrogate me again" I tell her annoyed

"So um id like to talk a bit about when IFCA found you?" She awkwardly changes topic

"I have the police report here" she pulls out a blue envelope full of papers "from the night you were found"

"Why are we talking about this it was two years ago?" I ask wondering if the investigation is starting already

"I was just hoping you would talk to me a bit about that night? How you felt? How you ended up there? Only if you're ready though"

"Fine" I grumble knowing she'll still push it if I say no