The Broken and Hurt (Niall Horan)

Chapter 6

Nialll's POV

Home. I need to get home. Before,...Before things happen. Because if I'm not there, people will get hurt.  My parents are the worst okay?  They constantly argue about anything and most times it ends up getting very physical. My little brother, Ed, doesn't understand whats going on so I'm usually the one who comforts him. But if I'm not there my good- for-nothing parents start to pick on him. They just don't know when to stop.

I jog up to the door adn listen. I can hear muffled voices bickering on the other side. They have already started. 'Shit." I mutter to myself. I slowly turn the doorknob adn walk in. 

I feel evil, angry stares at me. " Where were you?!" Both of my parents yell. 

"I-I was getting help in English. Sorry." I stutter out. 

"Oh sure! Im sure thats what it was." My mum states sarcastically. 

"Whatever. Im going upstairs to do homework. "

I jump up the stairs,  as I do i hear my mum and dad start aruging about  disrespect iI showed. It will  just get even worse from here. It will alwasy begins like this then it moves on to my father's drinking and then he will bring up my mother's affairs. My parents hate each other, they are only together  foe me and my brother. 

I walk into he little boys room. Toys all over the floor the norm. I walk over to the corner that is between the toy chest and a dresser. I see my brother huddled there, clutching his favourote teddy bear to his chest.

He looks up, the fear evident on his young face. No kid should go through this. Ever.  I sit down next to him, holding him in my arms with his face burrowing into my shoulder.  I softly sing to calm him down, " here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again becoming who we are. As my memory  rests but never forgets what I've lost. Wake me up when September ends."

Glass shatters downstairs. Voices are screaming through the house.  Its getting worse. This is gonna be a bad one. Ed is shaking. We sit there together for what feels like 2 hours until we hear sirens in the distance. 'Oh please let them come here. I cant stand this anymore.'  hurried footsteps thudding up the stairs. The handle of the door started rattling.  My father burst into the room .

" Did you call the fucking cops boy?" He slurred. He started coming over to the corner. Drunken anger flashed through his eyes. 

"I didn't dad. Someone must've gotten sick of you and  mum arguing all the damn time!" I shout back. 

"You disrespectful piece of shit! Dont you talk to me like that, Im your father!" He grabs my by the shirt and drags me out of the corner. Ed is sobbing. 

"Shh Eddie. It will be okay. I promise." I whisper to him. 

"Maybe I would respect you if you acted like a father." 

I could see hurt in his eyes but it was quickly covered with fury. I knew I went over the line with that one but he needed to hear it.  

He is about to slap me in the face when the police arrive. Thank God. They bring dad downstairs. I pick up Eddie and we follow them downstairs. 

Another officer asks if we are alright, How often do these arguements happen, do they normal get physical? I reply truthfully to all. I notice the officer's name. Reeds. I shatter internally. i pray that he doesnt tell Lizzie about this. SHe would never talk to me again. 

After a few minutes, The police leave and take dad over night to the station for attempted abuse. I make Eddie some dinner and then we go backupstairs and fall alseep. He deserves a better life than this. As long as I'm here, he wont get hurt. 

I just wish I had soemone to protect me when i was his age. Maybe I wouldnt be so broken then.

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oooh Niall's life! I wonder what his parents did to him when he was younger? Will Tony tell Lizzie about what happened? You just have to wait.

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