Troublemakers (A One Direction Fan Fic) *DONE*

Chapter 5

NOTE: Has violence

Meaghan’s POV

I woke up to the sound of beeping. I look at my hands. No red stains. Good! But every other part of my body aches in pain. Why me? Why did they have to save me? I wanted to die. But in a way, I’m glad they saved me. I get to see Niall more. No! I mean Taylor! No! I mean, both? Why both? It should be Taylor and only Taylor! What’s happening to me? I feel like I’m a different person now since I met Niall. But why? Why do I feel that? I’m confused. This time, I am greeted with a nurse instead of Taylor.

“How are you feeling?”She asked me.

“Meh.”Is all I said to her.  

“Do you want anything?”

“Can I see Niall?”I asked. Wait did I say Niall? Of course I did, she’s already out the door! And I’m positive Taylor doesn’t start with an N! Just then the squeaking of the door opened, and then shut. The blond hair boy came closer to my bed. He sat at the chair beside the bed. His beautiful ocean blue eyes locked onto my hazel ones. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time. For the whole time, I felt something. I felt it in my stomach, it felt like butterflies are flying around inside. My spine got shivers, not bad shivers, good shivers. It made me feel like my heart skipped a beat. We both blinked, breaking the gaze.

“How are you? Taylor is really worried about you.”Niall said. I swear I heard him say ‘and so am I’ after he said that! I smiled.

“I’m fine. I’ll be okay Niall.”

“I have a question for you.” I nodded my head.

“Do you have any siblings? And where is your mom? Does she know about your dad beating you?”He asked me. He covered his mouth right after he said that, regretting what he said. You know what, I’m going to tell him. Taylor already knows. There is something about Niall. I feel like I can tell him anything and I know he’ll keep it to himself.

“My dad killed my mom when I was 6. He threatened to kill me if I told anyone. Then he started to abuse me for everything I did. If he would do something wrong, like drop a cup, he would abuse me. For everything he would hit me. Even if I did something right. I have no brother or sister by the way. It was only me, and my abusive father.”I explained to Niall, trying to hold back the tears of the horrible memories.

*****Flashback*****

I sat on my bed, holding my stuff bunny my mom got me when I was 5. My parents are fighting again. They are yelling on top of their lungs at each other. I love my mom. She is very nice to me. My dad scares me. He yells at my mom, yes she yells back, but my dad gets angry at my mom so much, he hits her sometimes. That’s what’s going on downstairs. I started to cry. They are both scaring me. A 6 year old shouldn’t witness this kind of stuff. All of the sudden, the yelling stopped. Then there was a terrifying scream coming from my mom. I got up, still holding my bunny, and opened the door. I went to the kitchen. My dad was holding a knife, with fresh blood, in his hands. A blood puddle started to make its way around my now dead mom.  My dad lifted me up, leaning me against the fridge. I dropped my bunny out of fright. His facial features scaring me.

“Want to look like mom? Dead?”My dad yelled, putting the knife against my throat. I shook my head.

“N- No.”I stuttered, scared to death.

“Good.” He put me down roughly. I watched as my dad threw the knife back inside my mom’s body and left to go to another room. I picked up my bunny and ran into my room. I didn’t sleep that night. I cried all night, wishing for my mom to come back, knowing she won’t.