{ TESSA POV }
"Are you okay?" I ask, hugging Tiara tightly to my sore ribs, I don't care if I'm in pain, as long as Tiara isn't in pain.
"Mummy I no like school!" She sobs onto my chest, Brownie left ditched onto the car seat.
"Niall, what happened?" I ask him, stroking Tiara's hair.
"I'm going to call Belle now." I nod at him, kissing Tiara's head.
"Calm down Tiara, breathe slow, slower, slowly." Once her breathing had gone back to normal, I turn her so she was facing me.
"What happened?" I ask her.
"Mummy Sophie mummy and daddy no love each other and Belle mummy no love her and Belle daddy hit Belle. Mummy no love Tiarwa and mummy and daddy run way!" She cries again.
"We won't ever leave you Tiara, we love you too much." I tell her, wiping away a few more tears.
"Then I have nap and Sally shout at me! Belle no like me mummy I no want school!"
"You don't have a nap in school baby." I giggle slightly.
"But daddy say nap is good!"
"It is good, just not in school."
"I thought you aren't a baby." Niall teased, putting the phone down.
"I mummy baby." Tiara snuggled up against me, causing a smile to grow on my face.
I put her beside me to reduce pain in my ribs, strapping her into her baby car seat.
"So what did Belle say?" I ask her.
"She was crying in the toilets and cried herself to sleep on the floor, Sally woke her up and she hasn't stopped crying since, she didn't eat lunch."
"Baby, you need to eat or you'll get ill." I tell her, knowing how important food was now.
"Mummy no eat food!" She shouts at me, crossing her arms.
Usually I wouldn't take things like this personally but coming from my own daughter it hurt. I refused to look at her, spending the rest of the journey looking out the window and crying like I was in some chick flick.
Once we were home, I felt like a child, crying over stupid things, I wiped all the tears away and sat there as Niall carried Tiara into the house. When he came back for me, he must've realised I was crying.
"Princess what's wrong?" He asks.
You know when you're upset and you're holding in those tears and as soon as somebody asks what's wrong the dam floods? No I didn't piss myself, I burst into tears. Pathetic tears that I didn't deserve comfort with, but I was spoilt with Niall as he hugged me from the side, avoiding my ribs. Raining kisses on my face.
"Nothing, I'm just pathetic." I reply, as he lifts me out and onto the wheel chair.
"You're not pathetic," Niall reassures me, pushing me towards the living room.
"Where's Tiara?"
"In her room, do you want me to sit with you or-"
"Go to Tiara, I think she needs you more then I do." I smile weakly as I watch Niall leave the room, I hear him run up the stairs until there was silence.
You're pathetic, here you are sat in a fucking wheelchair while your boyfriend and daughter are upstairs.
Shut up, I've had enough of you today.
Pathetic, you aren't even a decent role model to your daughter.
That thought struck me, I'm her mother, I'm supposed to inspire her to do good things, I'm supposed to set the example. Instead I'm here, sat in a wheelchair while Niall is comforting Tiara.
Why should I be Tiara's role model? I feel pathetic constantly, I cry and have breakdowns over nothing, I self harm and I hide everything from my own family, how does this inspire anybody?! I'm a nobody, my friends don't even know the real me! I don't open up to barely anybody, I constantly lie to people, telling them I feel fine when on the inside, behind that smile I was dying, I felt like I was a piece of dirt. Why should I be Tiara's role model, I couldn't sing, I wasn't pretty, I had no talent. Unless lying was one.
(A/N ^^ that's how I feel when you guys tell me I'm your role model, just thought I'd let you know.)
I got rid of my thoughts, letting my stoic façade overcome me, the strong girl, I needed to stay like this, this was how people saw me as. This is my reputation. I used my good hand to wheel my towards the kitchen, I hadn't taken my antidepressant today and I think I need it, I was thinking way too much over everything.
As I wheeled terribly, I managed to roll over the corner of a cushion and my wheelchair tipped over, I landed on my rib, causing a scream to escape my lips, I think I've moved it out of place. I stop myself from screaming as I let the pain take over me. I deserve this pain. Every single part or it, I deserved more pain, pain that hurt so much you wanted to die, but I didn't need to die. I needed to be tortured.
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