Treacherous

Chapter Fifty-Six

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

In a land a long ways away, I hear the low mutter of voices and the click of a door as it closes shut behind someone that's entering the room. The screams refuse to stop pushing at the thin walls I'm trying to rebuild to counter the pain of the realization of what my existence caused.

Someone touches my arm. Their grip is tight, squeezing my arm so hard that I'm sure it will bruise. Soon my other hand is seized, and I struggle through the fogginess in my brain to fight against whoever is pinning me down.

My fight doesn't last long, though. Eventually I become too tired to fight back; too exhausted to cause anymore of an outburst. The sporadic beeping next to me slows down until the sound disappears altogether, my head falling back to the pillow, my body slowing down until it refuses to move anymore. I return to the state I've been in since the accident- silent and weak.

It seems that lately that's how I've been more often than not.

*~*~* Amie's POV *~*~*

As soon as I return to the room I've been staying in near the waiting room, I stand in the doorway, weeping into my tiny hands in regret of telling him. He shouldn't have to be burdened with news as tragic and heavy as that. I shouldn't have told him; he would've been better off if he never found out.

Eleanor rushes over to me, cradling me in her strong arms while leading me to a chair, rubbing my back once we're both sitting.

"What happened?" she asks softly, as if speaking to a baby.

"I-I didn't mean to," I stutter, woefully crying into my hands.

"I'm sure you didn't. Just tell me what happened, Amie."

"He just made me so angry- I didn't know what else to do." My throat starts to hurt from the stress on it from talking and crying at the same time.

"What did you do?" Eleanor asks again, keeping her cool for my sake.

"I t-told him," I admit, sobbing harder. "He lost it. I hurt him so much, El. You should've heard him."

Her hand that's on my back ceases its movement as she realizes what my confession means.

"Amie... This is serious. Did you at least alert someone?" she asks, her voice grave and quiet.

"N-no, I just left him." The horrible realization dawns on me. "Oh, God."

She shushes me, returning to rubbing circles on my back. "It's okay, Amie. He'll be fine; it's not like he doesn't deserve it."

At her unnecessary answer, I stand and leave the room, letting my hand lead me through the corridors. He doesn't deserve it. No matter what he's done to me, he doesn't deserve it. And neither did that family.

*~*~*

During the last few weeks I've been visiting a few of the patients that got admitted here due to the accident. The children of the family that Niall hit didn't have serious injuries, but are still being held here. The mother -Lillian- has been heartbroken ever since, but doesn't blame Niall as much as I thought she would've. She forgives him, and if Niall heard her say it I am sure that he wouldn't be as insane and crazed about the whole incident.

Knocking on the door a few times, I wait outside the door that has a label reading 'Room 274' across the top of it, or so that's what I've been told is the room number. The door swings open and I hear someone gasp before pulling me into a hug.

"I heard about what happened with Niall," Lillian says, squeezing me tighter. "I'm sorry, darling."

News seems to travel rather quickly around here.

"It's all my fault," I admit, nearly choking on my words. "I told him, and now I don't know what we're going to do!" I can feel my entire face squinting up in a non-attractive way, so I bury my face deeper into Lillian's shawl, uncontrollably sobbing and clutching onto her like a lifeline.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, sweet. If you need me to, I'll go down there and talk some sense into him."

I pull away, clumsily wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. "Oh, would you, please? It would mean so much to me- us." I correct myself at the last second, mentioning the rest of the guys even though I know that they could care less now.

They haven't stayed in the hospital for days and nights like they did or me. 'He's not worth it,' they say with venom towards him clinging to every word.

"Of course. Anything to help you two out."

I've told her about all of our problems and she's called him a few nasty words, but it was all playing and teasing- nothing too serious. She doesn't believe that he doesn't love me; I don't think anyone believes it, least of all me.

"Thank you so much. I don't think you'll ever understand how much it means to me that you're willing to do something like that."

"Trust me, Amie. I know love and what it is, and you two share so strong a bond. A connection like that isn't going to just fade away, and I promise I'll help set you two back on the right track.

"And he's a kind soul. He sent the paramedics to help us out first before a few of them even touched him. I don't think I can thank him enough."

I don't bring up the fact that he was the one that got them into this mess in the first place, but by way she squeezes my shoulder I know that she knows.

What she said about us sharing some sort of bond- it caused my mind to wonder why she had said that. He has done nothing but hurt me so far, yet she still chooses to believe that we can make it through this. I used to believe it, but now that time has passed I find it less and less likely.

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