Your Life Compared To Mine (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Your Life Compared To Mine 18

I made him wait in the waiting room as I slowly made it down the hall where the room was, there was no nurse at the desk so I had a free chance to get by. I wasn’t sure if my mother was here, but I could care less.

The door was open but the blinds were shut completely making it impossible to look through them. I made it slowly, peeking around the door frame, my mother was here, she was in a chair reading a magazine her back slightly towards me. I stand in the door way, she looks up. I freeze, knowing I wanted her to notice me, but not knowing what to do after she saw me.

“Iris.” She states standing up slowly.

“Why?” I ask simply to her, wanting her to answer.

She raises and eyebrow, “Why what?” she asks, the snobbiness in her voice.

“You know what. Why keep him a secret?” I say pointing to the man in the bed, forgetting for split second that he is actually here and that he is my father.

“It was for your own good, Iris.” She states crossing her arms over her chest.

I huff at her response rolling my eyes. “How was that even good for myself? Let alone your other precious daughter and your two twins? How was that good for anyone?” my voice slightly rises.

“Because the less any of you all knew, the better.” She says simply.

“How is that better? Our father has been dead for the last five years to us, but to you he has been alive.”

“It was your fault.” She says looking me dead in the eyes.

I wait for her to continue.

“You killed him. You’re the reason why he is here basically dead. I can pull the plug anytime I want to but I choose not to.” She points again at the man, I don’t dare look though, I feel if I look I will lose all senses and cry. “One day he will wake up, and he will regret everything he did for you. It was always about you. I never got any attention from him, it was about you and the others.”

“You’re upset because you never got attention?!! Who the hell does this over something like that?” I say my voice rising even louder. She steps forward looking even more upset.

“Shut up, Iris. You are too loud.” She spits in my face.

“No!” I scream now, my fists tightly balled. “You bitch, all you have ever done to me is treat me like shit because my father was dead! And he hasn’t even been dead!” I spit back at her, rage racing through my blood. “You have never looked at me like your daughter, not once since he was supposedly dead! I have dealt with your shit because I blamed myself for his death!” my eyes were watering out of anger. “What kind of mother treats their own child like that! I have worked to damn hard for this to be thrown in my face!” she was getting mad I could tell, but I was probably way angrier than she could ever be.

I had tears down my face now, they stung the same way my heart was stinging. “What the fuck kind of mother makes their own child be a maid for the entire family, their own family! Who the fuck do you think you are hiding your children’s father away from them! Who even comes up with the logic of that!?” I was screaming all hell now, and I couldn’t give two shits about it.

“Shut up Iris.” She says back fiercely, tugging and my arm, I push my arm away from making her stumble back slightly.

“You have made my life living fucking hell! And for what?!” I say stepping forward and pushing her slightly, “Because you didn’t get the fucking attention you seeked for! I am so happy that you still don’t get attention from him! What do you do here, mother, talk to him like he is actually listening? News flash he probably doesn’t even hear you!” I push her again, as she falls to the bed, her face is in complete bewilderment.