Fate || Niall horan ||

Chapter 10

Niall pov

"Kenzie what happened?" I asked pointing at her shoulder. There was a big scrape on her shoulder. You could tell that it was new. It was red all around it. It was all scabbed so you could tell that it had been bleeding.

"Nothing, it's nothing." She said. "If it was really nothing than you wouldn't have a problem telling me what happened." I said gently.

I saw tears building in her eyes. "It's nothing." She said, tears began streaming down her face. I hated seeing her cry. It honestly broke my heart. To see her upset, it hurt. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy. I want to be there for her. I don't want her to be upset.

I brought my hands up to her face and  whipped away some of the tears. "Hey,love what's wrong? It's okay. It's okay. It's okay, I got you." I said attempting to calm her down. She brought her knees up to her chest and dropped her head down to her knees. She wrapped her arms around her knees. She was in this little ball just sobbing.

I got up onto my knees and picked her up. I stood up and walked up to my room and laid her down on my bed. I laid down behind her. Pulling her back into my chest. I just held her.

I wanted her to know that I was going to be there for her no matter what, and at the moment this was the only thing that I could think of to show her that.

I held her, never wanting to let go. This felt so right, it felt, I don't know like we fit, like we were a match. The only thing that wasn't perfect about this moment was that she was crying. Witch I hated. Seeing her upset was the worst thing in the world. When she is upset I'm upset.

After about five more minutes she sniffled and then rolled to face me. "I trust you Niall." she said looking at my chest. "I trust you too." "I think that I'm- im ready to tell you."

What. Tell me what.

"Tell me what?" I asked. "Everything." She said looking up and into my eyes. "Okay" I said softly. I was nervous. I was scared. I was suspicious. I didn't know what she was going to tell me. I don't know what was about to happen.

She moved herself up on the bed a little bit until she was eye level with me. She closed her eyes for a minute and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes and I could see that she was about to cry again. I grabbed her hand and gave it a bit of a squeeze. She gave a faint smile and then closer her eyes again and took another deep breath. Whatever this is, this is big. She opened her eyes and then began to speak.

"When I was 10 my parents started getting into fights. And I know that it's normal for parents to get into fights but they'd get into really big fights. My dad became an alcoholic, he got really abusive. He, he treated my mom and I like crap."

Wait, when she was 10 this started, why didn't she tell me. She still came here in the summers then. "It started when you were 10, why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "I-I thought that if I told you you'd be afraid of him and not want to hangout with me. I-I was scared to loose you." Her voice was shaky when she spoke. "I would've never left you." I said looking deep into her eyes. I saw the tears building that were about to fall. She then continued.

"Anyways he went to rehab and he was better. Well that was until 3 years ago. He began drinking again, he did drugs, got abusive, he cheated on my mom, and occasionally he'd come into my room-" I cut her off thinking of what the rest of the sentence might be but hoping that it wasn't right. "You don't have to tell me, you don't have to go on" she nodded her head "I do need to. You need to know and I can't keep this inside anymore." Tears were streaming down her face. "Okay, I said softly."

"Occasionally he'd-he'd come into my room and, he'd try to force me to have sex with him. I refused and I'd push him away. So he'd slap me and punch me. He left bruises all over my body because I refused to have sex with him. But I didn't care about the bruises, I was just happy that I was able to push him away and tell him no. He told me that if-if I told my mom he'd do worse things to me."