Never Shout Never!

Someone Else

     If you guys hate me I definitely do not blame you. Seriously. I am like the worst author ever for not updating for you guys..

  I wrote the chapter three weeks ago but me being so fast, stupid, and forgetful, I SOMEHOW wrote this chapter as a new story ! -__- So basically it was there the whole time and me or no one else noticed.. xD ! Damn you Wattpad.

And to my readers who are still reading, despite my horrible habit of not updating, thank you. And I hope you like this one (:

BUTTTT WAITTT! I have a new story coming out next year. There is five chapters left of NSN, and I start the sequel in late January or February. ANNDD *DRUMROLL* I have a new story coming out too; For all you Sleeping With Sirens fans. It's a Justin Hills fanfic! SOOO, I'm gonna stop talking, but enjoy and don't forget to vote and comment! :3

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  This was the same man who changed my diapers when I was little. The one who first taught me how to ride a bike. The one who tried to fix my broken wrist when I fell off my bike the first time. The one who took me to my Father Daughter Dance when I was ten. The one who drove me to and from all my basketball and softball games when I was younger. He was even the one who listened to me cry about how I was a waste of life and that I didn't deserve to play anything because I was so horrible at everything I do. He's my dad. But now I don't know how to feel since he just.. just.. attacked my mom, my other half. There were no tears coming out, but I was numb. I stood at the top of the steps as I watched him storm out, and my mom sink down on the couch and sob. I could see that her nose was bleeding, and slowly and timidly, I walked downstairs. When she laid eyes on me, she moved as fast as lightning and wiped the blood and tears on her sleeve, forcing a smile. How can she be so oblivious?

"Hey honey. I didn't know you came in. I love your tattoos, are you hung-"

  "When you hurt your head, did you really trip over my shoe, or did he hit you? When you sprained your hand, did you really fall on it, or did he twist it? When you fell down the steps, was it really an accident, or did he push you?" My voice started to crack, and I willed myself not to cry. Her face turned pale, and I could tell that she was trying to hold it in. She slowly nodded her head and I lost it. I ran over to her and wiped the leftover blood on her face with my sleeve. She started to cry in my shoulder, and for the first time, it felt as though I was taking care of her. I needed her as much as she needed me.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Nicholas.."

  "No mom! You kept this a secret long enough. Tell me." She took a deep breath, holding me tighter.