Parenting

Chapter Ten

-Christine's POV-

"This party is so sick!" Indie yelled over the music as I nodded downing more of my alcohol. It tasted so good. I can't remember going to a party this good since high school.

"Girls!" The small crowd if girls we danced with cheered as well as us as the party girl came over.

"Jess!" Indie pulled her arm before giving her a big hug. "We love you so much!" Jess laughed and returned the mutual response.

"Hey," somebody tapped my shoulder. It was of my other friends Patricia, "is that your boyfriend?" She pointed through the crowd and I followed to see it was in fact Chris.

"Shit. I gotta go!" I yelled squeezing through girls as Indie begged me to come back. But after some tugging and giggling with her, she finally concaved.

My feet took me to the kitchen where I snatched a fresh brownie from the metal tray on the stove. It was so good, holy fuck. Taking four brownies, I stuffed them in my airy pant pockets before turning around.

Right into Chris.

"Baby." He smiled grabbing my sides and leaning in. I may be drunk, but I'm still sober enough to remember how he yelled at me.

"Fuck off." I nudhed him away though he grabbed my wrists tightly.

"Don't start this shit again." He growled as I tried pushing him away. "Christine you little fuck! Stop!"

"You're a little fuck!" I yelled pulling him over into somebody beside me. "Stay away from me!"

"You need me Christine!"

"Fuck if I do! I hate you! I'll just fucking root Niall!"

"Niall huh? That pussy with the child?!" He laughed stepping towards me again. "Fine. You run off to your little Niall. But I'll be there when you realize you made a fucking mistake. Little bitch."

"Fucking fine! It's over!" I yelled taking me and my brownies back out to the party. My head spun in circle as I groaned taking my phone from my bra.

11:47 pm

"E-eleven. For-ty seven." Hmm. That's quite late isn't it?

SHIT!

My eyes widened in realisation. Maddy! She's at Niall's! Fuck! I need to go get her.

Pushing past people and taking my car keys underneath my brownies, I stumbled outside and back to my car parked in the street.

"I'm so fucked! I'm so screwed! Fuck! Shit!" I began to sing as u climbed into the car. "Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ok, maybe u should stop.

Everything was a bit blurry and wouldn't stop shaking. So I hit the steering wheel and fought with the keys before veering the car to life.

"Maddy here I come."

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-Niall's POV-

I had William asleep on one side of me and Maddy on the other. My eyes blinked back up at the TV as I quietly sighed.

It's after midnight and Christine still isn't back. I should have at least been told if she was drinking or not. Fuck, that girl needs to get herself straight.

Harsh fluent knocks cane on the door as I carefully stood up and walked over to it.

"Who the-"

"Niall!" Hands flew our and grabbed my arms as I staggered back. "Where is she?"

"C-Christine?" I stuttered looking over her state. She was gone. Completely gone from alcohol. "Wait... did you drive her?" My eyes narrowed.

"Maybe?" She then put a finger on my lips and 'shhed' me. "Bit it's a... se-cret." Oh yeah, she's completely out of it.

"Christine, why do t you lie down?" She shook her head and stepped back before digging into her pockets.

"Here." I raised an eyebrow as she took my hand and put a squashed brownie into it. "My tip for ya." She giggled and stepped around me as I turned to her. "Maddy!" She whispered loudly, me hot on her heels.

She then suddenly stopped as I stopped close to her. What was she doing?

"Christine?" I whispered touching her shoulder for her to suddenly fall forward. My eyes widened and I caught her before she hit the floor.

She was out cold.

"Ok." I sighed and pulled her up into my hold. Her head fell on my chest as I hooked an arm under her knees and carried her into the spare room.

Carefully lying her down, I saw some lumps in her pockets and raised am eyebrow. Putting the brownie she gave me on the side table, I pulled out three other and a phone.

"Jesus." I mumbled putting the blanket over her and tucking it in. My hands paused as I looked at her wrists beside her head. My eyes narrowed as I sat down and softly took them into my hold.

Somebody's been roughly handling her. It better not have been that idiot boyfriend of hers or I will rip his nuts off.

Without thinking, I pulled her wrists up and placed delicate kisses on them. I hate to see manhandled bruises on women; it sets off an anger inside me I can't control.

"I won't let anybody touch you." I whispered softly putting her hands back beside her head.

Then leaving the room, I shut her door and cane back to the two youngsters. Deciding to leave them there, I grabbed spare blankets and pillows before settling us all in for the night.