The Sex Tape » n.h (discontinued)

Chapter 6

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I walked up to the front door with Niall following behind me. I breathed in deeply and slowly opened the door. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?!" She boomed as soon as I fully opened the door. "I'm so sorry okay, I didn't mean for this to happen! I'm so sorry." I whispered the last part. I feel ashamed. Not only of myself, but of my instincts, my mind. They get me into messes that I shouldn't even be in. They tell me what to do and what to think. I know you may think 'hey its your mind and your instincts there supposed to tell you what to do'. I feel like I'm responsible for everything I do, every little thing. Like I'm supposed to control every movement. Like the kiss that happened not to long ago. I wanted to kiss him. So, I kissed him, I did what my body told me to do, not my mind. "I don't care if your sorry! Sorry?! Is that all you can say?!" She screamed walking closer. I felt a hand slip in mine. Niall. It made my heart warm up knowing that he was still here and did not leave me. "Mum.. I don't know what else to say." I mumbled. "Do you mind speaking a bit louder!" She said walking closer making me nervous as hell. I mean she's a cop for gods sake!

I stepped back, with my back now pressed up against Niall's chest. "Oh what is he going to protect you?! Because last time I checked that was my job! I thought I did a good job of making you a mature person, but no look at what happens every time I leave?!" She screamed knocking down her favorite lamp. I've never seen her so angry, so mad, so furious. "Mum! Stop it!" I said pulling out of Niall's grasp. "It was not my fault!" I boomed, and this time it was my turn to be furious. "You always-' "Shut the fuck up and listen!" I screamed. This was the first time I ever cursed in front of my mum and it felt good to let it out for once. "All I did was try and try. I tried to be good. I tired to do my best. In which you haven't noticed I did do my best. And now, I'm done trying. So just fuck off!" She looked at me shocked, then softened hwr expression.I sighed, "Mum, do you want to know what happened?" I asked taking her over to the only couch that didn't have debris on it. She nodded her head vigorously  and I continued: "Well, while I waited for you to come home I heard noises coming from Rolland's room but ignored it..

Earlier in the afternoon

I woke up with a screaming pain in my back. I groaned and rolled over only to land flat on my face. I let out an 'ugh!" noise and walked out downstairs. I looked up at the clock on the wall to see it was two thirty in the afternoon. Wow, there must be something wrong me I never sleep this long. Oh well. As I continued walking I heard muffled voices. "Are you sure the little bitch is asleep?" I heard a deep voice ask. "Hey! That's my sister your talking about and yeah.. I'm sure she's asleep she missed school today, so she must still be asleep." He sighed. Well guess what bro your wrong this time. The question ran through my mind. Why the hell is he worried about me sleeping? "Alright now do you have the stuff?" The voice asked in a serious tone. What stuff? "I'll go get it now." Shit I quickly shuffled up the stairs and once he got closer I pretended to walk down the stairs. I yawned (fakely) and said: "I'm tired, did mum come home with some food yet?" I said pretending as if I didn't hear his previous conversation. "The question is what the hell are you doing up this early?" He whispered/yelled. I sighed, "Its two thirty in the afternoon dick head." I didn't say anything else and tried to walk past him. Panic flickered through his eyes as he blocked me from moving any closer.

"What are you doing?" I asked trying to push past him. "Nothing, get back in your room, really quick!" He whispered. "Why?" I asked getting pushed up the stairs. "Stop asking questions and go." He said pushing me up the final step. I sighed and walked over to my room. I plopped on my bed with the questions still remaining in my head. What was he getting? Who didn't he want me to see? Why didn't he want me to go downstairs? All these questions ran through my mind as I shuffled through the room. Who was that in the kitchen? He sounded oddly familiar. No, no it couldn't be. No its not he promised us. Who else could it be? I jumped up when I heard his footsteps going down the stairs. I peeped out of the crack of my door to see him reach the kitchen. I crept down the stairs and stood against the wall, listening. "I thought you said she was sleep?!' The voice boomed, slamming his hand on something I couldn't make out. "I thought she was-" He stated. "It doesn't matter what you THOUGHT, The only thing that matters is getting rid of her!" That was all I heard after that. I didn't even stay to listen to the rest of it. I walked over to the stairs and sat down on the last step, and I really don't care if they see me. He promised he wouldn't help dad again, he promised. By now many of silent tears streamed down my face.