*Bryanna's p.o.v*
Before we got to our destination I thought of what my dad would be doing. He's probably wasted every night breaking everything in sight, whipping anything he can lift, sleeping on the floor and not remembering it the next morning. It's been about a month or so since Chelsey and I got rescued. We got to get out of that hell and soar back up to heaven where we belonged. You know the saying "everything happens for a reason"? I really don't know the reason for getting beaten was. I really don't know why living in a hell hole happened for a reason, yet I still didn't know the reason.
Why did I have to suffer? Why did Chelsey have to? Why us? Why were we chosen to be victims of someone else's pain. We were being used as punching bags yet no one seemed to notice. No one probably would have cared. I know we all have our times that we break and we can't do anything to help ourselves, but we end up being okay in the end. But my dad... He never got better. He stayed that bitter old man that had nothing better to do then to beat his children that used to love him. I loved him, I still do. I can't hold a grudge. I love my father even though he hates me more than anything. He scarred me, he bruised me and he made me his own personal stress reliever. But I still love him.
I know you're probably thinking, how can you love someone that hurt you? Well, he still is my father and he still is part of my family. He just made bad decisions which caused him to loose his daughters that loved him. My father used to be a happy old man that used to take me to the park with Chelsey to play, he used to take us to our sports and he use to love us. But one day, he just stopped loving me. I remember the first time he hit me.
••flashback••
I was up in my room soon homework and listening to music while Chelsey was at Harry's house. Niall was busy so I couldn't go there to escape this hell I was going to be facing.
"Forever young, I wanna be forever young" I sang a little too loud for my dad to hear. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THAT FUCKING MUSIC OFF AND DO YOUR DAMN HOMEWORK!" He screamed at me. I was terrified. "I-I'm sorry!" I yelled back. He came up to me and grabbed my iPod and my earphones. "No!" I yelled.
Big mistake.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?!" He yelled at me. He came right up to me and slapped me and walked straight out of the room. I was left in my room sobbing on my bed holding my throbbing cheek. "I'm...sorry... daddy." I whispered inbetween sobs.
••flashback over••
The car ride there was silent until we got to the cages. I finally forgot what I thought of in the car and I started to smile at the sight of old fashioned batting cages.
Niall and I were taking turns in the cage and it was Niall's turn. He had the funniest swing I had ever seen in my whole life, besides Chelsey's. "wow. I never knew how badly you suck at baseball." I said while laughing. "Hey, don't judge me. I'm a singer not a softball player." He said with a chuckle, I laughed along with him. The bright light that indicates the pitches are going to be thrown had turned off meaning Niall's turn was over. But he just stood there like another pitch was going to come. "Ummm Niall?" I asked him while giggling. "Yeah" he replied not looking away from the pitching machine. "Your turn is over, love." I started to laugh a little too hard. "Oh" he said while blushing. I took the bat from Niall and jumped into the cage. I looked around getting an absolute rush while hitting the first pitch. Niall's cheering in the background faded and I went into my own little world. I've never felt so alive. I've never felt so free. I've never felt so-
I was cut off when a 70 mph came straight for my side, it hit me and I couldn't breathe too well and I fell on my butt. "Oh my god, Bryanna!" Niall yelled worriedly. "I-I'm fine" I said getting back up on my feet. It hurt but I could handle it. I went back into the batters box and got ready for the next pitch. I was waiting and waiting for the next pitch to come but it didn't. I turned around and started talking to Niall. "Niall, I don't thinks its-" and before I knew it another pitch came and hit me right in the back making me collapse on the ground. I got up once more but as i was getting up another ball hit my throat. Niall ran quickly into the cage right by my side. He came in carefully because the machine was still pitching the softballs. I haven't took a breath yet, I couldn't get myself to. Niall carried me to a bench outside of the cages. "Bryanna, you got to breath hun!" Niall said with worry in his eyes. I couldn't breath. I mouthed the words I was trying to say but they wouldn't come out. "Come on Bry!" He yelled with tears escaping his eyes. I was trying breath so hard but I couldn't. I felt like I was going to die. Maybe I will and get out of this misery. Please. Let. Me. Die. But then I heard Niall. "Bryanna! Please!" He screamed. I felt light headed, I still wasn't breathing. My eye lids began to flutter closed. Maybe I was going to die. Maybe it's for the best. I looked at Niall for what I thought was the last time and closed my eye lids shut. This was the last time I was going to see Niall. And next thing I knew I saw nothing. All I saw was darkness.
*Niall's p.o.v*
I screamed for her to keep her eyes open but they were already shut. She wasn't breathing. I cried and called 9-1-1. Dialling the number it rang once and I heard the dispatch on the other end of the line. "9-1-1, what is your emergency?" The lady asked. "M-My best friend g-got hit by a b-baseball really h-hard in the t-throat. She's not b-breathing." I stuttered quite a bit. "Ok sir, we will send some one as quick as possible. What is your location?" She asked calmly. How in the hell was she so damn calm?! Someone could be dead for all she knows. Someone could be injured very badly. Someone could never live again and yet she is still calm. "2134 Foster street" I said very quickly. "Paramedics will be there right away."
In a matter of minutes they were there taking Bryanna's fragile body from my arms. They took her into their van and I followed. I jumped in and sat on a little chair beside Bryannas body that still hasn't started breathing. I felt her wrist for a pulse... I felt it, it was there but very faint. "Please do something!" I yelled at the paramedics. I didn't mean to yell but I don't care about them right now. All I care about is Bryanna and her safety. "3,2,1 CLEAR" they said before shocking Bryanna. "3,2,1 CLEAR" they said once more. Her breathing still hasn't started. "3,2,1 CLEAR" and the last time they did that she awoke. Her eyes flashed open and she started to pant. "N-Niall." She said so innocently. "I'm right here baby. I'm right here." I said while grabbing her hand and kissing it. She smiled happily like nothing even happened. I knew she didn't want to talk about baseball and why had just happened right now so she started another conversation.
"Do you remember.. When we were like" she stopped to take a breath. "15 and we had our first kiss?" She smiled at her thoughts. I chuckled and replied "yeah Bryanna, I do." "Wasn't it at Michigan's 15th birthday?" She smiled. "Yeah, I think it was." I looked into her pretty green eyes and smiled. She was gorgeous. "Would you kiss me again?" She asked catching me off guard. "Would I kiss you again?" I repeated the question just to make sure I was hearing correctly. "Yeah. Would you?" She asked me again. I was scared to answer because I didn't know what she would think.... but I wanted to be confident for once so I did it. I answered her question.
I kissed her.
Then she did it again. She stopped breathing.
••a/n••
Hello.
It's Bryanna (:
I wrote this chapter and I'm pretty proud of it so "Bitch don't kill my vibe". Just kidding, love you guys! Thanks for reading this story!
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