Broken Trust

Chapter four

Chapter 4

Niall’s pov:

I’m at Starbucks with this sweet girl whom I rudely tackled. I really didn’t mean to… I was running and then BAM! The girl was on the ground. She didn’t seem to notice me when I took off my sunglasses, she didn’t scream or faint or anything.

The silence is killing me, “Have you always lived in New York?”

“Um, yeah,” She seemed like she didn’t want to talk about it…

“How old are you?” Oops, that’s a bit creepish.

“Just turned 17.”

“Oh, awesome!”

“Yeah.”

That escalated quickly. *awkward*

Jessica’s pov:

I don’t know what it is. Whether it’s his kindness, his Irish accent, or the fact that he’s the only person I can talk to right now, I don’t know what it is… But I’m crying.

Niall’s pov:

Shit, what’d I do? Did I say something wrong? Why is she crying?

“I’m sorry love, did I say something wrong?”

“No, I’m fine, I’m just… Not the best right now in my life, ya know? Like, my life is crumbling down around me…” she says, scared?

“What’s wrong? I’m here for you love. You can trust me.”

Jessica’s pov:

*you can trust me*

There are those words again.

“I can’t trust anyone,” I mumbled so quietly I don’t think he even heard me.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. I promise I’ll try my best to help you and I won’t tell anybody.”

He means it. I hear it in his voice. Without thinking, everything slipped out of my mouth.

“Niall, when I was 10 years old, my father passed. My mother has never been there for me, it was only my dad. So my mom freaked out when she was the one who had to take care of me. She abused me, never fed me; I had to do everything on my own. My mom made good money though and the government would give us money because of my father’s loss, so I had good money as well. Anyways, I was physically abused. A boy moved next door a year later. We instantly became best friends. I was always hanging out with him. I never let him into my house though. Of course, one day I had went swimming with him and rushed back to my house because I was passed curfew. I had left my bracelet at his house on accident and he ran over to give it back to me. He made a huge mistake opening that damn door. He saw me bloody, cut up, and bruised laying on the floor crying for help. He instantly tried to step in and stop her from hurting me, but that action only caused him to get hurt. That incident made us so much closer. We told eachother everything from that day on. We had absolutely no secrets. One day in high school, I noticed he wasn’t in trigonometry class. I kept my eye open for him around school, but didn’t see him. I got home and ran to his house, only to find it completely empty. That was last year. I fell into a depression after that. The one person I could talk to, who knew everything about me, the one person I trusted, left. He didn’t even tell me or say goodbye! And he hasn’t talked to me since. I started cutting. My razor became the only thing I had. I attempted suicide many times. I would cut into my veins. I tried overdosing. Every time I’d stop breathing and everything went black, I’d wake up in the hospital,” I took a breath. I didn’t realize I was crying. Niall opened his mouth to talk, but quickly closed it when he realized I wasn’t done.

“Just a little over a week ago, my mom kicked me out of the house because a teacher called her about the cuts on my wrists,” I don’t know why I’m still crying, but Niall is too…

“You can’t tell anyone. And you can’t just leave me Niall. I have horrible trust issues and I just spilled everything to you. You are the only one that knows MY LIFE.”

He didn’t say anything after that, he simply got up and hugged me.

A/N

Okay. Well, there’s her past. That damn mother of hers. Do you think she’ll make reappearance later on in the story? My twitter name is @lilryfry and so is my Instagram.