Strong (Sequel to SOML)

Chapter 17

Hey guys this update is long overdue so enjoy!

Genevieve's Pov

My hand rests on the bathroom door knob as I let a sigh release. This is it, after being stuff in this hospital for over 4 weeks they're letting me go. I don't get to go back to London yet, the FBI wants to question me. Every time one of them came in and started questioning me, I got angry. I'm tired of them asking over and over again what happened. It's all really fuzzy to be honest. Finally having enough courage to open the door I twist the knob and step out. The black joggers fit snug on my bruised legs, the grey shirt fits a bit loosely on my starved body. Liam's flannel hangs off one of my shoulders, my hands beings swallowed by the sleeves. My semi new shoes are just a pair from my suitcase that never made it to JJ's house. It's crazy that I came here to get away from the awful life that I thought was awful, but this, nothing compares to what I just went through. I thought it was bad for my 9 year old self. I was wrong, dead wrong. Liam doesn't really know how to act around me, nobody really does. I just want everything to go back to the way it was before everything went wrong when I was nine.

My orbs stay cast down on the shiny, white colored floor. "Genie, you ready baby?" Liam asks me with the formality of his pure, soft tone.

I shake my head as I softly reply with an inaudible, "Yes."

"Come on." He ushers me. 

I shuffle my feet along with my head still hung low. An arm is laid on my shoulder. I flinch away as the arm is removed. I look up through my eyelashes to see that's Niall. "Sorry." I apologize. 

"It's okay Princess." I stare at him to realize that it's not really okay. 

"No, it's not. I know you're not okay with this Ni." I tell him as I move a bit closer to him since he moved so far away.

"It's, it's just I'm not use to you being like this. It's gonna take some time to get use to." He explains with a small, sad smile.

"I guess.."I reply while shrugging my shoulders. My bruised hand comes in contact with Niall's large hand. I grasp it as we stand in the elevator. I see a large smile show on his teeth as he squeezes. I wince due to the major handling. I now feel my hand throb, but I cover it up with shooting Niall a smile. He doesn't need to know that he hurt me.

"Okay, when we get out there Genie there's going to be a major crowd of people. You stay close to Agent Jareau and Agent Morgan. They are going to shield you from everyone." Liam explains to me.

"What about you?" I question fiddling with the tail of the flannel. I look up to him. "Where are you going to be?" I ask.

He smiles at me. "Right next you." He says scooting closer to me in the cramp moving box. 

My breathing slowly becomes rapid as I feel like everything is closing in on me. It's okay Genie, it's okay. I take calming breathes. Flashes of myself limping around in a small box with cement walls and dirt everywhere. Flashes of my parents coming in and throwing me around like some useless rag doll. I didn't even hear the elevator ding, till Liam asks me if I was coming. I clench onto Niall's hand tighter as I become scared. His thumb rubs around in circles on my damaged skin. 

"You're gonna be okay. We'll get through this." His words I'm guessing were meant to be encouraging, but they only make me more afraid. 

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I'm so sorry that this update is soo short! I really am. I've got this big, huge research paper to begin on and I haven't even really started on it, besides finding websites and like paraphrasing two sentences. It's worth like 200 points of my grade. 

Don't forget I love each one of you guys

Until next time.....Glitter onXX