Shattered

Chapter three

Niall seems like a lovely guy, but can you really trust him? I mean he's pretty cute, but who just offers someone they barely know a place to stay?
I sit in silence in the police station, I stare at my hands waiting to be spoken to. Its just a bunch of men bustling around trying to find my information.
Niall sits next to me, occasionally checking up on me and giving me a small smile. When they pull me into the interrogation room I reluctantly stare at my reflection.
Time ticks away as I continue to look at myself in the mirror.
*Flashback*
"Who would love you Aadila!!? There's no man or boy in this world who would love a pathetic, ugly, little bitch like you!! Get over yourself!" My dad screams as he hits me

"But dad! I haven't done anything wrong!! Your fucking drunk dad! Get off of me" I attempt to fight him off

"What's that on your eyes!? You little fucking whore, are you wearing make up?" He smacks me across the cheek

I whimper and pull away. He starts to unbitton my jeans and I cry out. He's so drunk that just a push and I can get him off of me. I run out of the back door before I could even look back.

That's the first time I ran away from him, and my family.

*End of flashback*

"Aadila, it says here that you wrote on your paperwork you were abused by your father. Is this true?" Jerry, the police man interrogating me, questions.

"Yes, this is true" I look down into my hands

"Do you have any scars to prove this?"

"You think I would just fucking lie to you, sir?"

"No its just a simple question, Aadila" he sighs

I pull up my sleeve showing off the scars not too proudly. He just nods silently and writes something down.

"Did your Mother or Father have any enemies?" He looks up cautiously

I shrug "They didn't get along with anyone, honestly."

"Anyone that would come over and knew where you lived?"

"My uncle and a couple of his friends"

"What side of the family? Do you know your uncles name?"

I think quietly and say "Jackson Walsh, he was on my Mothers side of the family"

"Were you sexually abused?" jerry questions

"I was for a while.. I just stopped coming home eventually" I sigh

He questions me a bit longer and I answer as best as I can. When I leave the room I begin realize I have no where to go. My home is currently a crime scene, and I dont have enough money to afford a hotel.

I look over to Niall who is watching me, his eyes look sad. I silently walk over to him and sit down.

I whisper "I dont really have a place to stay, Niall.."

He nods and says "I have a place you can stay, you have to trust me though. I'm not those people, I'm not going to touch you inappropriately, or hit you"
I watch his eyes turn to a genuine look and he softly smiles. I nod softly to indicate that I trust him. Who knows, he could be a nice guy, but then again what would a guy want with me? Besides sex I can't think of one thing. My father was right, I'm a pathetic little whore and any man would be a fool to be with me.

I gently scratch at my scars as we get in the car. I feel so much better that way.

We arrive at a very expensive looking hotel and he stops the car to look over at me. I hide my face from his eyes with my hair, and look outside the window. He sighs and get out, opening the car door for me. I hear a couple screams and I turn around absolutely terrified.

There is a lot of girls starting to jog at us with cameras. Niall and I quickly walk to the elevator doors and hit the up button. When they reach the elevator doors they just close.
I squeal as I watch a girl almost get her finger stuck in the elevator doors.

"Sorry about that, love" He sighs of relief

"Do you call everyone love or is that your way of flirting with me?" I shyly smile at his reflection in the door

"It depends, should I call everyone that or do you want to be flirted with?" He has a playful tone

I blush and fall silent, realizing I might just want him to flirt with me. But he would never in a million years want to do that, he's just being friendly.

We reach the top floor in silence we step out together. That's when I realize its just one big room on the top floor. I look over at him and he smiles.

"This is your room" he opens the door

It looks cosy and there's clothes on the bed. New clothes, something I haven't had in a while.

"Is this just my room?" I whisper

"Yes, there's a shower. Clothes if you need them, my rooms nextdoor to yours"

I nod quietly "Niall I can't accept this.. It has to be costing you a fortune."

"Love, this is basically the bands floor. We stay here a lot. Its not costing me much"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm very sure. Now get comfortable. Shower and change. When your done come out here and I'll make you food." He smiles

"Okay Niall.." I quietly respond

This is such a weird day..