"What the fuck Harry. You can't just come to someone's home and demand to know who hit them." Shit. How the hell did he know? Do I really want to know?
I took in a deep breathe. I've always been able to play it off when I would get them before.
I continue to wash my hands and dry them with a towel. I look up to see a furious Harry.
"You haven't answered me." Man he is persistent.
"No one. I don't know what you are taking about."
"Your lying."his nose flared.
"What makes you think that?" I challenge.
"I've seen bruise marks like that."
"Bruises are bruises. How would you ever have time to witness bruises. Especially with you perfect little life." I just can't control my temper.
"You're not the only one with problems. I had a life before I became part of One Direction. You don't know what I've been through."
"What you've been through? I find that very hard to believe. What one week mommy decided not to give you your allowance." I scoff.
"Why do you always have to have the harder life?"
"Because I have the harder life." I yell.
"God Damn it! Just tell me who hit you."
"No!"
"Why?"
"It's not your problem it's mine." I shout in his face."Just let it go."
"Why won't you let anyone in?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Mr. I'm-so-tough. Mr. I-don't-give-a-shit about anyone or anything. I have tattoos and a piercing so you better feel threatened."
He looks away. I know I haven't heard the end of it yet.
"So, Jade this is your home." Louis breaks the silence. Thanks Lou. I nod.
"Yup I've had it for about four and a half years. It's small but it's just me, so you know it works."
"What is there to do around here?" Niall asked. I opened my mouth to say answer but then closed it. Hmm. What is there to do around here?
"Nothing really. I guess I've never noticed. I've always been working and don't really have time to do anything fun."
"We can fix that." Liam smirked.
I'm blind folded. Yes, I let four guys that I hardly know blind fold me, and put me in their car to drive to who knows where. I had know clue to where they were taking me. I fell asleep because it was dark. That usually happens. I never understood how people could sleep with lights on or the T.V. I need complete darkness. I'm pretty sure I was snoring, but I don't care.
I was having a nightmare. I haven't had one in such a long time. I wasn't to fond of them, then again, who is?
There was a little girl crying in the corner. I walk towards her. "Are you ok?" The girl turns and it's Monique. "Monique?" I question. Startled. "What are you doing? You need to go home." I say kneeling next to her. "Whose Monique? My name is Jade." She sniffles. What? She started to fade away."No wait, pleases don't leave. Where are going?" I find myself in a house. I see someone walk by the kitchen entry way."Hey!" I shouted, but no sound came out. I tried again. Louder. Nothing. I walk in and see my mom. Younger me was sitting at the dinner table. I was about nine. The door slams. I remember this. It was my dad. He came home drunk again. Why am I being forced to watch this all over again? I stood there watching from afar. My little body trembled. My mom put the chicken salad she made on the table. He picked it up and smashed it on he ground. "What is this?" He yelled. "Why don't you ever make something edible." My mom jumped."I would, but we have no money."His head snapped into her direction."Whose fault is that? Mine."he growled. He got up and charged towards my mother. I got up and pulled at his arm. "No daddy. No." He slapped me. I started to cry. He grabbed my mother by her hair. She screamed. I just huddled in the corner crying. He pushed her against the counter. He held her down and punched her repeatedly. Jacob comes in and drags him off of her. She is bleeding, she's not moving. Jacob punched him and his jaw started to bleed. He was about fifteen at the time. My dad got up onto his feet and walked towards me. My brother started self-defense classes because of my father. My dad caressed my face. His hand started to move down slowly. "You're my special girl. Aren't you?" I started to bawl uncontrollably. Jacob pulled him back and picked me up. "Get the hell out of here!" He yelled. "And don't you ever touch her, you filthy bastard." He left. He helped my mom up and led her to the couch. He took me to his room and sat me on his bed. "Stay here, you know what to do if anyone comes in." He left. He had to go to work. He worked two jobs to help out. I remember later that night hearing a banging at the door. I walk to the end of the hall and peak around the corner. It's my dad he's back and he is not alone. My mom tries to close the door but they force it open. They pushed her down onto the couch. They all were on top of her. I shut my eyes and covered my ears to try and block out her screams. I guess I was sobbing to loud. They walk towards my direction. I see this all happening and I can't do anything. "Don't go near her. Stop it." I yell but still they can't hear me. I see my younger self run down the hall. I run into my brothers room. I follow closely behind. I knew what was next. I hid in the closet. My brother had a lock installed on the inside of his door because of my dad. I locked my self in, I was trembling. They banged and hit the door I thought it would break. I look around and find the pistol my brother had hidden in his shoebox. I grab ahold of it. The door is pried opened. I close my eyes and pull the trigger. I do it again and again. I did exactly as Jacob had once taught me. I open my eyes and my dad is laying on the floor. I drop the pistol and crawled to his lifeless body. I shake him. "Wake up. Wake up." There is blood all over my hands and clothes. My mom walks in. "You little bitch." She yells."What did you do? It's your fault he doesn't want me!" I was crying. "Mommy I'm sorry." Her night gown was all torn and she had blood dripping down her legs. She picked up the pistol."Mommy!" She put it to her head and she pulled the trigger without a second thought. Her blood splattered on my face. I don't remember ever seeing so much blood in my life. I sat there and cried. The younger me looked at me. She could see me. "Why did you do this to me?" I look down and the pistol is in my hand and I'm covered in blood. She keeps repeating it. Louder and louder. "Stop it! Stop! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." I screamed."Stop it!"
"Jade, wake up! Wake up it's ok its just a dream." Harry is shaking me. I'm drenched in sweat. All eyes were on me. It was more than just a dream. It was a memory.
It was the day I became an orphan. The day I killed my parents.
