Niall's POV
There I sat in the small county jail, with the smell of old dust filling my nose. I was sitting in one of those telephone booth things you see on the telli and movies with my dad on the other side of the glass. It took me a couple seconds to get his disgusting appearance finally recognized. He looked like shit. His hair went every which way and his skin didn't have that 'drunken glow' it used to have. He had dark, dark circles beneath his eyes and you could tell he barely got sleep. He wore a grey outfit with his number written on his left chest on his shirt. This was one of the last times I would ever see him. Locked away in jail.
I slowly picked up the phone connected to the wall while my dad did the same. He took in a slow breath and began speaking.
"Niall, I didn't-"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I asked him with disgust written all over my face.
"You abused me all my life. Blamed me for mums death. And then when I move out to try and find me so you can just beat me again?"
"Niall you were the only person I had left in this-"
"This what? Family?" I laughed a bit and continued. "You aren't my family. I never looked at you as my father, even when mum was still around. You were a monster to me. All my life that's all you've ever been. Man, I've been dreaming of this day to see you finally locked behind bars. You know they're sending you to prison right? You have accounts of assault, child abuse, wreck less driving from the many times you have gotten DUIs AND let's not mention what else they found." I paused a bit before continuing.
"You killed mom didn't you?" I snapped. He looked at me with worry written across his face and he slowly looked at the counter in front of him.
"I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Didn't. You." I spoke again. He slowly looked up at me and began speaking again.
"You're mother had a heart attack."
"Don't give me that bull shit. You did it. And then you abused me because I reminded you too much of her. Every day it'd be like she was standing by you. Judging you. Because you killed her and then abused me for something I didn't do." He stayed silent for a moment and I gave a fake chuckle.
"You know how many years I sat in my room crying to myself because I thought I was the actual cause of mums death? I thought if I would have just been there she wouldn't have died. But all along its been you. I should've seen this coming a long time ago."
"Niall it's not-"
"Shut. Up." I growled at him.
"If you wanted me to come and visit you because you want me to bail you out or you want to finally be in my life, you can forget it. I never want to see you again. You are nothing to me. Nothing." I slowly hung up the phone and sat there staring at my dad. To get one last good look at him.
"Inmate, your times up." The guard spoke cuffing my dad again and leading him behind the door. I got up out of my chair and walked to the door of the jail. This would be my last time here to see my father. I don't know how they fingered it out but they did. The police took one glance at my dad and knew he killed me mum. They had so much evidence it wasn't even funny.
On my way back to the hospital it got me thinking. What will my kids' lives be like without my mum or dad in the picture? What will my life be like? Dan most importantly how will Emelias life be like?
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it hurts. // n.h.
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