"Niall," my dad said my name once Jo and I walked in the room. I'm sure that to everyone else I looked like a whiny toddler with my stance. Dad pulled himself up to his feet and walked towards me, "It's good to see you again, son."
"You too, Dad," I quietly answered and he gave me an awkward, one-armed hug, which I failed to return. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, "How have you been feeling?"
Of course that wasn't about my physical health, "I've been fine."
All my answers seemed to be abrupt and simple. I just kept thinking about how my dad seemed to think that I should've just gone for help. It's weird how little I am like my dad.
"You should've called me, Niall," he quietly said.
"Well, I didn't."
Dad sighed, I was being difficult, as usual, "Niall, I'm not trying to be the bad guy, what do you want from me?"
"I want you to stop bothering me, I'm living on my own now," I said, about to turn around, but Jo grabbed my arm, stopping me, "Niall, stop running," she whispered between clenched teeth. I let out a deep breath and turned around, "I'm sorry, Dad, I'm just going through a lot right now and for some reason I laid the blame on you and you don't deserve that, so I'm sorry."
The apology just seemed to pour out of my lips too fast for me to control. Everything that had been weighing on my mind about my parents just seemed to spill out in that run-on sentence.
"Sorry... I'm just stressed out..." I muttered, and turned around and walked back to my room, this time Jo didn't try and stop me. I shut the door behind me and collapsed on the bed. I told my dad that I had been framing him the entire time, I see like such an asshole.
Suddenly, my phone exploded with my ringtone. I looked down and saw an unknown caller ID, but it had my area code. I frowned and answered the call, "Who is this?"
"This is Vanessa, Emily's friend," the voice definitely matched that whore's. What the hell does she want?"
"Why are you calling me and how did you get my number?" I snapped.
"It's about Emily... she wants to kill herself," Vanessa said.
And with that, my world shattered once again. I felt sick to my stomach and that suicidal voice in the back of my head made a reappearance, as I remembered how sad it made me when Emily would cry.
"Where is she?" I could barely speak. I felt like I was going to throw up, the feeling was so intense that I began to walk towards the bathroom as I held the phone up to ear.
"She's at her dorm, but she locked me out, so just hurry over, please," Vanessa begged. I ended the call without a goodbye and rushed out the door, still trying to pull my Vans over my feet.
I ran out of my bedroom and into the living room where the boys, Jo, and Dad were all sitting. They stared at me with a look of confusion as I ran towards the front door.
"Niall, what are you doing?" Jo was the first one to ask.
"I have to go, I'm sorry, I don't have time to explain, but I'll be back later. You can stay or leave, it doesn't matter to me," I replied and then shut the front door behind me, before they could say anything. I could hear them yelling after me as I ran towards my car. They managed to open up the door once I got in the car. The boys tried to run after me, but I already drove out of the driveway and towards Emily's dorm.
