Unsaid (Niall Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10.

3 days later

I woke up to the sound of my aunts screaming voice next to me.

" Wake up Phoebe. I need you to drive me to ICU, I'm not feeling good at all. " I could see she was hangovering by the way she was dragging her speech.

I nodded with annoyance spread all over my face.

She left my room in a slow walk, straight to the bathroom where I could hear her trow up. Great, really. She drinks her arse off and then I'm the one to wake up at seven in the morning to drive her to ICU. She's pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

I got up and glanced at the mirror in my wall. Ew. I was literally dragging myself towards the wardrobe.

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"Get in the car, just be careful and if you need to puke, tell me so I can pull of." I said in despite.

"Okay, thank you hon-"

"Yeah, don't do that." I harshly interrupted her.

We got to the hospital and gladly, we only had to wait until she puked in the middle of the hall and the doctors took her to a room.

I waited about fourty minutes until a doctor came up to talk to me.

" I supose you're her familiar." I nodded in agreement. "She has a drink poisoning. It's like a food poisoning, but worse. This is a primary stage that can lead to coma."

I almost laugh at his explaination, not because it was wrong, only because I was taking medicine.

"So she'll have to stay the night, right?"

"Actually, she has to stay under watch three days, so she's going to spend Christmas eve here. But you can visit your mom anytime you want. We have a great Christmas dinner here and all the visitors get to celebrate it with us."

" She's not my mother." I say harshly. "Tell her I don't count on her to show up until New Year's Eve. She has friends, I'm sure she can stay five days at a friend's house."

"Okay, but don't you wanna talk to her? You can visit her from 9pm t- "

"I'm sorry, I won't visit her. Merry Christmas." And just like that I turned my back walking towards the elevator.

I didn't mean to be rude in any kind, and that was taking my mind. The thing is, I am behond pissed off with my aunt. She almost got in an alchool coma right before Christmas. I don't want to be selfish, but she, as the adult, should be taking care of me, not the other way around. She's making everything impossible to go trough.

And now, I'm going to spend Christmas alone. I can't help to feel bad for myself, even though I shouldn't be this self-centered. But lets be real, anyone would be sad about it. I don't have a family. Actually I do, my brother Marcus. Marcus must be 25 right now. He basicaly left six years ago and never came back. I miss him a lot actually. And the worst is I'm nor even slightly mad at him for leaving. Things betwen my parents and him weren't easy, they never were. They pressured him too much, until he finally went crazy and had a proper argument with them. I was thirteen back then, and I remember everything.

I was upstairs in my room and I started listening to my brother talking louder than he usually did, which surprised me, he was a really timid guy. Then all of a sudden, they were all screaming and arguing, loud enough for the whole neighborhood listen as well. It was terrible. My brother entered the room a hour later or so, packed up his things and left. He kind of apologized me for leaving, and then he told me what I still hope to be true : "I will come back and take care of you. I love you."

My thoughts were interrupted by the freezing weather as I steped out of the hospital. I wrapped my arms around my cold body and ran towards the car, parked right in front of the hospital entrance. I rushed to the car, but it didn't avoid my clothes to get all soaked up. I stayed inside of the car without turning it on, I needed to clear my mind.

It was pouring rain and I could sense there was a big storm coming. I could clear my mind somewhere else, right now I had to get to my house before the real storm arrived. As I made my short way from the hospital to my house, I noticed the water getting higher and higher. Now I was getting truly worried.

"Crap. Shit, no!" I screamed to myself. My car. My fucking car. Out of gas? GAS? With everything that could happen in the middle of a torrential rain, my car runs out of gas. What the hell? Jesus.

It was five in the afternoon, so it was already dark in the streets. I couldn't even get out of the car without geting totally soaked.

My mind came up with an idea. An idea I didn't like at all. Not a bit. But staying in the car for the night was possibly dangerous with the weather like this. And there was someone who lived just a block away from where I was. Niall.

So I followed my instincts, praying for him to be home. I got out of the car, and started to run towards his house as fast as I could. I was almost dragged by the water but I made my way to Niall's.

I knocked the door, mentally preparing myself for what was yet to come. I was going to ask him to spend the night at his house. I heard steps getting closer, from the inside of the house. I quickly passed my finger through my soaked hair and ajusted my probably dirty eyeliner. The door slowly opened, and nothing could have prepared me for the surprised look on his face.

"Hey." I said, wearing a small smile on my face.