Dear Niall **TRIGGERING**

Chapter 2

Sarah POV:

I woke up to a bright light shining through my window. 

The doorbell was ringing. I guess that’s what woke me up.

I dragged myself out of bed, and got dressed quickly. I ran downstairs and opened the door to see an impatient Jazzy standing there. “Finally! Where’s your mom?” She asked. “sleeping.” “Ugh. Ill come back in an hour than. Go shower and do whatever.” I laughed and ran upstairs, jumped in the shower, and washed my hair. 

Then I threw on some make up and did my hair, grabbed some stuff, and before I knew it, an hour was up!

Once again, there was a knock on the door, and I raced downstairs. When I opened the door, Jazzy immediately called out, “Ms. Smith!” My mum poked her head around the corner so she could see us. “Oh hello, Jasmine! What did you need today?” “Well,” Jazzy began. “I was wondering if Sarah and I could go shopping. She will pay for the clothes and things she gets and I will too, I need new clothes.” My mum nodded her head and smiled at Jazzy. “You two have fun!” She called after us, as we left.

As soon as the door closed, we high-fived each other and skipped down the path to the car. I got in shot-gun, and closed the door behind me. We drove for about half an hour, jamming out to Skillet, Little Mix, and One Direction the whole time. 

We finally got to the mall, and ran in. We went to all the stores, and had a great time. We had about 5 bags each!  

We ran out, and she drove me home, and I walked in to a dunk mother. “C’mere b***h.” She slurred. I hesitantly walked over. She slammed a beer bottle down on my head, and I fell to the ground. She began to kick me, over and over. She stomped on my leg and I felt so much pain, it nearly overwhelmed me. She laughed evilly, and stalked off, to her room.

I pulled out my phone, and called Jaz. “J-Jazzy. I-I need y-you. P-please come o-over.” I stuttered, in between sobs. I couldn’t move my legs! “Ill be right over.”

When Jazzy showed up, she called an ambulance, and I was taken away, and my mum was taken to jail. 

“J-Jazzy, what do I do now?” I stuttered. 

“You can...uh...live with me, if you’d like?” 

Jazzy had her own flat that I slept at a lot.

I nodded. “Okay. If you’re okay with it.” She smiled weakly at me. “Of course I am.” “Thank you.” “What are best friends for?”