He's My Brother?!

Chapter 10: Are We Back To Square One, And Why Lie?

Quick message: I will be doing the rest of the book in third person. Just letting you know!

After Louis had stomped upstairs, everyone was just sitting there, wondering what to do next. Suddenly, Niall had a thought pop into his head. Was what Lou had told him about  his sister true? Had she really killed her own foster mom? If she had, then why? Niall needed to know, and he needed to know now.

During his thoughts, Elizabeth had been thinking too. She was wondering why Niall had looked at her so coldly at the Hospital. What had Louis told them? Well, she guessed it's time to ask, huh?

"Uh.... Hey guys? I was... um.... wondering, what had Louis.... um.... told you at the hospital?" She asked, voice wavering.

"I was about to ask you something about that. Um.... Did you really kill your step mom? I mean, that's what Lou told us." Niall said.

Liz gaped at them. 'Would Louis really say that? Plus, she was my real mom, not step! Or.... at least I think she was real.' she thought.

"N-No, I-I would never do that! She died of cancer! I can't believe he would say that! And how dare he frame me of that, especially when he already knew the truth!" She rambled on.

Niall felt relieved, but it was quickly replaced with anger. Why had Lou lied to them? Was it because he hated Liz that much? Where would the hate even be fulled? Well, more questions, now, it's time for some answers.

Niall suddenly stood abruptly and said, "I'm going to go talk to Louis." And with that, he left.

Liz was worried that he would get into another fight with Louis. She knew that the last one was her fault. She didn't want it to happen again.

"Would one of you guys please go up there and supervise? I don't want another fight." She asked them. She would go herself, but she's too scared. Yes, she knows that she's selfish, but she was also a coward.

"Sure, I already have a bad feeling. Plus, those two get into so many fights that it's hard to count," Zayn answered.

Zayn quickly rushed up the stairs, so she was left to Harry and Liam. Harry was still watching the news, but Liam was watching her closely. Liam knew that something was wrong, but he didn't know what. He didn't know that technically she had killed her mom. She was the one to pull the plug after a month of coma. Her mom had just come out of the coma when she pulled it. The doctors forced her to. Her mother told her to do it, too. She really didn't want to. Her father didn't know about it until it was to late. He still blamed her for it. She cried herself to sleep for a whole month. She hadn't even told Niall about it. Nobody but her, the doctors, and her dad knew about it, and she wasn't about to change that....

She was pulled from her thoughts by Liam, who was wiping away the moisture from her cheeks. Salty tears had leaked out without her realizing it. She gave Liam an appreciative smile. She could tell that Liam caught her sudden mood change, which she appreciated, but was annoyed by it.

She gently pushed Liam away and walked into the kitchen. While leaning against the counter, she just wanted to be alone, but with a house with five boys in it, it wouldn't be to easy. She felt like all of her grief was coming back to the surface. Joining with the grief of losing her house, causing her brother to fight with his best mate, and now for making her brother practically hate her. All because of a measly kiss. Sure it was with another one of his best mates, but still!

As she looked around, she saw a couple of knifes. What if she just did it one more time? It wont hurt. NO! She will not go back to that! She got addicted to it once, but she beat the urge. The urge to solve your problems a bad way. Why did she even want to do that anyway? Oh..... right. She killed her mother and ruined her brothers relationship with his mates. Plus their bond was already broken once.

Before she had a choice, she was reaching for the knife. One last time. This will be the last. She lifted up her left sleeve, but it way to scabbed to do anything. She put the sleeve back in place and pulled up the right one instead. The cuts were already healing. She put the blade to her wrist. 'Last time,' she thought. 'One last ti-' But she was cut off in mid-thought by a yell that would stop anyone's heart.

"LIZ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"

When she turned around, she found a very worried and panicked Louis. She could tell that he was pissed, but she had no idea what he was about to yell until he did.

"EVERYONE, GET IN HERE! NOW!"

She was horrified when Liam, Niall, Harry, and Zayn ran into the kitchen. When they saw the knife, they all started to yell at the same time. She had dropped the knife. To shocked to care, as it clattered onto the floor, that it had partially cut her foot. Only when she looked down ashamed, did she notice. Pain flooded through her from a simple cut. But yet, relief and familiar feelings also came. She sighed in content and disgust.

"Liz, why are you smirking like that? Why would you try to cut yourself again? And why is there blood on the floor?........." Liam asked.

"1) I am smirking at myself for being an idiot. 2) Because I.... I.... i'll tell you later for this answer, and 3) My foot just got cut open." She answered him. She couldn't answer question two. Not now, not ever.

"Well, how about we get you cleaned up and then you can answer the second question for us, okay?" Niall asked. Liz nodded. She would have to make up a lie for the second question, but she wasn't very good at lyeing, but she hopped that she could get away with it this one time.

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Hey! Just tried to make this a little bit longer, and it only somewhat worked. Oh well! Bye!