Hotel Rooms [n.h]

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Brooklyn White

Do you know how awful it is to resort to sitting in the arms of a stranger, sobbing out jumbled sentences that don't make sense while your son sits and watches you?

It's painful.

And I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. If it weren't for Nate's behavior, Elliot and I would still be with him, living under the same roof as a happy family. But it's never been happy from the start - even before Elliot. Nate would go out partying and he'd come back stinking of sex and girl's perfume, but I never dared to question him.

I never dared bring up the fact that he was basically cheating on me, and I knew all about it. I was scared of what he'd do. Nate is exactly the opposite of what my dream guy would be like; he's hateful, violent, and is an alcoholic and drug addict. My dream guy is someone sweet, loving, and preferably someone able to handle their drink.

Nate and I got together Summer 2009, and we'd been together for three years before Elliot came around. Nate hadn't even brought up proposing or even mentioned marriage, and to be honest, I spent a lot of my time wondering when we were going to break up.

Before Elliot, I often wished Nate would break up with me - I was to scared to break up with him.

But once Elliot came around, I clung onto what I had with Nate because I couldn't bring up a child who would have to live without a father. Unfortunately, in the past few months with Nate's temper and his drinking, I've been forced to the point of no return, which is leaving.

And I was not leaving my son with him.

"Mummy." Elliot's voice snapped me from my sniffle-session on Niall's chest. I still couldn't believe his generosity to let us in; without him we would've ended up lost in Essex and I would end up wandering right back into Nate's arms. "Why you sad?"

Niall frowned at me and Elliot before pulling his face back to get a better look at me. "Brooke, he's... yours?" Niall asked with a raised brow. "Because, no offense, but... you look way too young to have a kid Brooklyn."

I sighed and pressed my fingers to my temples. "As I've been told multiple times - 17 is too young for a baby. But hey, we're just fine, aren't we bud?" I hoisted Elliot onto my lap and he shook his head before leaning down and kissing away my stray tears.

"Don't cry mummy. Next time, I'll karate chop daddy away so he doesn't hurt you." Elliot blurted, and my eyes instantly darted to Niall, whose face had hardened over and his eyebrows were locked.

"What did he just say?" Niall emphasized, scooting closer to me and putting his arm back around me. "Brooklyn, did your husband hit you?"

"My boyfriend." I corrected, sniffling again and looking down at my baby boy, straightening his shirt out of habit as I prepared to tell my story. "Look, I need to tell someone what's being going on because if I don't all of this is going to sit on my shoulders and bring me down." I said, before I sighed. "C-Can one of your friends look after Elliot while I tell you, please?" I practically begged.

Niall nodded hesitantly. "I'm sure Harry would love to - do you trust him? I mean, I can always just pop the tele on for Elliot and he can get zoned out." he offered.

I paused, nodding. "That's a better idea - I've never met your friends properly." I said as Niall switched on the TV and surrounded Elliot with cushions. I smiled as a blanket was tucked over him and Niall helped him sip some of the now cool hot chocolate. Mine was gone already, I'd drank it all.

Elliot almost zoned out instantly.

Niall and I went over to the more private part of his room, the small extension on the living area, where there was a window seat. He drew the curtains quickly, and I frowned at his actions before sitting down on the seat and sighing.