Guitar Lessons(Niall Horan Fan Fiction) Book One of One Way Series

Chapter 16

If we weren't in a rush, I would burst out laughing when Story of My Life came on the radio. But of course Niall turn off the music.

"I don't need to hear Harry right now" He said; this time I did laugh but quickly remember that my mother life is in danger. In a record time, we made it and I saw a car gone.

"What did that motherfucker do" I said, getting out. I walk to the door with Niall closely behind me. I didn't wast time on knocking and just open the door. The sight I saw was horrid, I couldn't believe it. There was glass and other stuff on the floor. Pictures thrown, I could see a little dent in the wall.

"Mum?" I call out, watching my steps; I heard the door close and I knew Niall did it. I didn't hear anything I quickly got worried. I walk into the kitchen with Niall literally behind me. If I wasn't scared out of my mind, I would mind but right now I’m scared that something is going to pop out and attack me so he can closer to me if he wanted to.

The kitchen was just as bad as the living room. Glass of plates were all of the floor, I saw a knife on the counter and my mum shoe in the sink. Chairs were out of place, the kitchen table was to be seen as the only thing that wasn't touch. I turn to walk into the living room and up the stairs. The stair case look fines, like nothing happen here. I got to the hallway and it told a different story. There was a hole in the wall, some of the pictures that were supposed to be on the wall were on the floor, and some frame glass was crack or broken. I saw my mum other shoe and some blood on the carpet. I gasp, and Niall quickly wrap his arms around me.

"Shh, we don't know anything" He said, I nodded and hold back my tears. I quickly open the door to my room, everything seem to be the way it was when I left last night. I move onto the bathroom, the door open already, there was a first aid kit out and it look like someone was ramming through it. A little blood on the counter top. I didn't waste any time, running down the hall to my mother bed room door.

"Abby, watch out for the glass" Niall said but I ignore him. I heard him sigh and walk after me. I stood in front of the door, it being crack a little. I turn to Niall who was still walking to me, being careful un like me.

"Niall, what if-"

"Don't start with what if okay?" He said, finally reaching me finally. I nodded and turn to the door; I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself for anything that could be behind this door.  I felt Niall grab my hand and intertwine our fingers; I could feel some tingles in my finger and wonder why it didn't get that when I would hold hands with Liam but with Niall. I open the door and the lights were off, making this room very dark.

"Mum" I croak out, my voice becoming weak when I heard no response. I turn on the lights and I felt my tears come down at the sight of my mother. Niall pull me to his chest, blocking the horrible view. I grab his shirt like he would go away and cried into his chest. He was rubbing my back, trying to comfort me.

My mother was something else. She had a black eye, bruise forming on her cheek. She had a cut in the corner of her fore head; I could see a big gash across her arm. She was unhealthy pale and her arm had spots of purple, blue marks. I could see a red hand mark around her wrist, knowing it was him.

My hate for him grew, I wanted him dead, no I want to kill him and make it slow and painfully. I push myself from Niall and went over to my mother side.

"Mum" I cried out, getting no response. I check her plus and it was beating but slow. I place my ear above her nose and mouth to see if she was breathing, which I was happy she was.

"Mother please answer me' I said, shakily her lightly but got nothing from it" Momma" I cried/ yell out. I use this only when I was scared for life or I was in great pain, I got it from when I use to visit Emma. Her eyes open, she looks at me weakly.