Broken Home

Chapter 11

Hi my munchkins :)

*Jacqui's POV*

I woke up to the sun shining through my curtains and in my face.

"Please let me sleeppppp" I groaned putting my pillow over my head.

I carefully lifted my head to look at the clock that read 12:34 pm.

I hoped out of bed thinking everyone died because they let me sleep in. I grab the baseball bat that was under my bed and made my way down the stairs. Once I reached bottom I saw all the boys watching mean girls.

Of corse Luke picked the movie because he's the only one paying attention.

"On Wednesday we wear Pink" Luke quoted in his "feminist" voice.

That's when everyone looked up at me because I don't notice I was historically laughing.

"Good morninggg" Calum said in a sing-song voice.

"Morning" I said now focusing my attention on Luke pouting.

"It's ok Lucus, I won't judge your inner mean girl" I said with a smirk.

He blushed obviously embarrassed. I walk into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and sat down going through my Twitter feed.

As I was looking through my phone, last nights memories filled my thoughts.

I dropped my phone when I remembered I basically told them everything. I quickly picked it up and went to go upstairs when I almost bumped into someone.

"Jacqui the boys and I want to talk to you about last night" Calum said looking me in the eyes

I nodded and walked into the living room to see All the boys were sitting on the long couch.

I walked over and sat on the chair across from
Them for a good 5 minutes of silence. I stood up to walk away until I was interrupted by Ash.

"I come from a broken home too"

I froze and slowly turned around with tears threatening to spill my eyes.

"You what" I whispered almost angrily

"My dad left me as a kid and I had to raise my siblings because my mom always worked"

I looked at him angrily and the boys had confused facial features.

"Are you ok?" Ashton asked

"I'm afraid if I say my rather rude- more like mean comment you guys will never talk to me again. Not that that's a bad thing"

"OK ENOUGH IS ENOUGH" Michael raised his voice

"You act like we don't care about you, you act like you don't want anyone to care. You don't try to let people in. All we ever did was try to help you. Why do you not let us in?" frustratedly replied Michael

"You answered your own question" I replied with a flat voice.

"What?" Michael replied furrowing his eyebrows

"You asked why I don't let people in. I have walls for a reason, not just to let someone march in and burn them down. In the past all I did was ask for help and beg for love and help. In return, I got beat up I got laughter at. There are reasons for my walls. You will have to really work for my trust to be aloud in. Like I said, you won't be able to walk in, I'm done with that." (*Drops mic*kidding :)) I finished rather proud of myself.