Me, 1D, and Four Other Girls (Completed and Going Through MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter #20- Fear of the Unknown

Aleeah's POV

My brother didn't know much else. Nobody knew what had happened. All he knew was that she was in surgery. I said a quick goodbye to Louis, not giving him much of an explanation, and ran to the nearest airport.

Thankfully, a flight to Dallas was boarding when I got there. I luckily had some serious cash on me, mostly because I was going to see if I could sneak into a casino later. That obviously didn't happen. I spent the all of the two and a half hours dreading to what I might find once I reached the hospital.

As soon as we landed, I ran through the whole airport. I didn't have luggage, so it didn't matter. I got an awaiting cab and informed the cabbie which hospital to bring me to. He did so, and the ride was short. I ran straight into the hospital and to the elevators. I went to the fourth floor, where the ICU was. I looked around and saw Jack. I quickly ran towards my older brother.

"What happened? Is she okay?" I asked. He smiled.

"Ask her yourself." he said, gesturing to the open door behind him. I looked past it to see my mother. She didn't look like her normal, beautiful self. She looked... Broken. Both of her eyes were very black, her head was bandaged up, her nose look odd, her wrist has in a cast, and I was betting on some broken ribs.

"Oh, mom, what happened?" I asked, sitting on the chair next to her bed. I grabbed her hand. She looked up at me.

"Oh, Aleeah, you know how much of a klutz I am. I fell down the stairs." she said. As soon as she said it, I knew it was a lie. I searched my bran for reasons as to why she might be so beat up. Then it hit me. He did it. My gaze hardened. I heard someone enter the room. I looked behind me, and saw my father, smiling at my broken mother.

"What are you doing here?" I growled at the man. His grin wiped right off of his face. I immediately stood in front of my mother's chair, giving her as much protection from the demon as I could.

"How dare you come back here after what you have done?" I asked, moving forward a bit. I might be a 120 lb girl, but I'm sure I looked quite menacing to the man I was approaching.

"Aleeah, stop! He apologized! It was an accident." My mother cried out from behind me. The coward still hadn't said a word.

"An accident that almost killed you? Did he accidentally pound your face in? Mom, he's not good for you." I said as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Lee, I love him." she said. I felt so many emotions whirring inside of me. I shook my head and stormed out the door. Jack wasn't out there. I pressed the elevator button twenty times before it finally opened. I stormed inside and pressed the first floor. Once the elevator door opened, I was out. I ran out the doors of the hospital. I walked a little, and, then, not knowing where to go, my head too foggy to think rationally, I slid down the brick wall. I began to sob as flashes of those nights danced around in my head.

I was doing my homework when I heard the door slam shut. Along with it, I heard low, slurred curse words. My father stumbled into the living room, where my mom, my brother, and I all sat. 

Seeing the state he was in, my mother immediately got up and swept my brother and I behind her in a protective stance. My father staggered towards us. My eight year old frame easily fit behind my mother.

His eyes flickered toward the TV, and then toward my mother. 

"Of course you're in here, watching TV, like the lazy ass you are, not contributing to the house." he sneered. He took a step forward, but my mother stood her ground, only pushing us back.

"I have a job. You know that good and well." she stated firmly.

"Yeah, whoring around downtown, like the slut you are." he said. He threw his head back, laughing. Jack's arms were wrapped tight around me.

"You will not speak to me that way in front of my children." my mother said. My father's eyes got wide. Before any of us could process what he was doing, he had his arm up and had slapped her across the face, with such force that it sent her tiny frame to the floor. I gasped.

"Momma!" I cried. Jack quickly advanced forward, in front of my mother. He stood in front of her.

He looked so small, a ten year old boy standing up to a grown man. "Dad" guffawed. He raised his arm, as if to strike Jack, before my mother spoke.

"Don't lay a hand on him. Jackson, take your sister up to your room and STAY THERE." she instructed with so much authority that he had no choice but to listen. He grabbed my arm and led me to his bedroom. He locked the door, and sat with my on his bed.

"Jack, I'm scared." I whimpered. He looked down at me.

"Me, too, Lee, me too." he said, resting his head on mine as I cried silently.

The entire night, we could hear them. We heard Mom's shouts of anger and agony, and Dad's shouts of pure rage. I tried to go out there a couple of times, but Jack held me back, knowing that it was something Mom wouldn't want.

That was the first night. Sometimes it wouldn't happen for a while, other times it would happen everyday. The only thing consistent about it was that he was always drunk when it happened. Always.

But, Mom never left him. She would always give me the same excuse, that she loved him, but I knew she worried. Worried that he would hurt her badly, maybe even kill her, if she tried to leave.

One day, out of pure hatred towards him and complete outrage at her, I left. I moved in with Abby and Adam.

The sobbing hadn't stopped. I only looked up when I felt someone slide down next to me.

"Abby." I said weakly. She grabbed me into a hug.

"Sweetheart, it's okay," she said as she rubbed my back. I looked up at her.

"No, it's not. She won't leave him. I'm scared, Abs." I said. She looked like she was thinking.

"There's nothing we can do now." she said. I began to cry again, but, eventually, the tears stopped coming.

"Abby, say something to get my mind off of it." I begged.

"Well, how's the tour been going?" she asked. I was pleased with her change of subject.

"It's going really well. The girls are wonderful." I said, wiping away my tears.

"What about the guys? Got your eye on any of them?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed at her strange appearance.

"Well, there is this one guy. But, I don't think he likes me back." I said.

"Does he have brown hair and blue eyes?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but nodded.

"Well, I think you may be wrong." she said, pointing behind me. I turned around, and there stood a very worried looking Louis.

"Louis!" I called out to him, walking towards him. His head snapped my way, and his eyes lit up.

"I've been looking for you everywhere! I was so worried when you left, so I hopped on a plane. Are you okay?" he asked. I just shook my head and flung my arms around him. I buried my head into the crook of his neck. I was starting to feel a bit better.

It was like, now that I was on Louis's arms, I was okay.

A/N I hope you liked it

It was intense, I know.

It's late, and when I look back on this chapter tomorrow, it may be utter crap, but I don't really care.

So, pretty please tell me if you liked it.

Thanks!

Bye-bye!

~Hannah Stypayhorlikson