He's My Brother?!

Chapter 5: The Escape... Or At Least Escape From Them

We walk back into the living room. Everyone sits but me, considering there's no room. I sit beside Niall in the floor, while he was sitting on the edge of the couch. I look around, thinking about everything that has happened so far. Liam has attacked me twice, I had a dream that Niall killed me and everyone hated me. I had a dream that I killed myself. And craziest of all..... 1D Kidnapped me.... TWICE....

I was pulled from my thoughts by a hand waving in front of my face.

"Huh?" I had no idea what they did or said. All of them give a barking laugh but Niall, who still looks depressed. I look at him for a while longer. I guess I have to come clean, don't I?

I sigh and say, "Hey Niall..... Can I talk to you in private for a minute?" I plead with him through my eyes. He definatially seems to get it, but I think I see a little annoyance. I can understand it. He doesn't want to even be near me. I hate myself because I made them fight.

When we go down the hall enough to where they others won't hear, Niall rounds on me.

"What?" He spits. I take a deep breath and start from the beginning. Even about the part about when I was 9. I didn't want the others to know. They would probably laugh at me. That's what happened when I told my 'Best Friend'. She told everyone in school. Ever since then, I have had bad luck.

After telling Niall my story he just stands there, no expression, no attempts to comfort me or to laugh, but he does turn around and walk away. I guess that means he's going to tell the boys my story. They're probably going to make fun of me. Why did I think he would care? He probably thinks i'm a freak.

I feel my self braking down. I hadn't cried during that whole thing, not one tear. I was impressed with myself. Normally, if I ever repeated that story, I would start bawling at the first five words. I put my head in my hands and leaned against the wall. I really hate myself for being weak. I feel that i'm not good enough for anyone. In my mind, 'My Immortal, by: Evanescence' is playing in my head, or at least the chorus.

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase.

When you cried, i'd wipe away all of your tears

When you scream, i'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years,

But you still have all of me........

I was snapped out of my thought be a yell. I think it was Harry's.

"WHAT? HE DID THAT? BLOODY HELL!"

I sink down to the floor, regretting that I had told Niall. I should have known this would happen. Suddenly, I hear running. I can tell it's heading towards me. I get up and run to what I hope is the bathroom. I get lucky for once. I lock the door just as someone tries to open it.

I glance around frantically. My eyes spot a window. I jog towards it. I check to see if it's unlocked. THANK GOD! I open it to reveal i'm only about 15 feet up. I am glad that i'm a good climber. I get one leg out the window and find a foot hold. Just as I swing a other leg over, the door bursts open. I look up to see all of the guys standing there.

They just stand there, gaping at me, to shocked to see that I already have both legs out of the window. All they can see is my head. I glance back at Niall, just to have myself stop. He was crying. I snapped my eyes away to look back down. As I start to crawl down the side of the house, I hear shouts. I'm half way down by the time they look out the window. But there's a problem. Only four heads popped through the window. I look to the back side of the house to see Zayn rounding the corner. I look directly down to see that i'm only about 5 feet from the ground.