The Promise Ring (don't read, it sucks a lot okay)

~-Chapter Sixteen-~

                                                        -Candace Miller's Point of View-

  My parents were murdered when I was just twelve years old. It was the middle of night, and I had been talking to Liam over Facebook. We were just kids. He was my best friend at the time, it was when we had recently met. One Direction didn't exist, and the other boys were thousands of miles away.

  I met Li when he visited America. I was living in Oklahoma when he came and it was best friends at first sight. Well... maybe a little more than that.

  Anyways, he had just told me a joke over the instant messaging chat when a crash came from the living room. I got up to investigate, grabbing a knife just to be safe. I was glad I did, because a man dressed in all black had my family at gunpoint. Two pulls of the trigger later, I was positive I wouldn't live to see daylight. The man still wasn't aware of my presense. I did what most people do in the movies and attacked him, driving the knife into his back.

  He fell to the ground, dropping the gun and squirming to pull out the knife. I knew it was risky, but I ran to my room and grabbed the baseball bat from my closet. I hit the man in the head, hard. I wanted to kill him, so badly because the bastard deserved it. I hit him one more time, knocking him into unconsiousness as the police arrived. Neighbors had called them.

  I told my story multiple times. Once to the police, once to my grandmother, once at court, and another time to Liam. When I told Liam, it brought tears to my eyes and made me sob. He just held me. Held me and let me cry. His family had stepped up to take me in over my own.

  I grew up with Liam, we became close. I learned piano and met the boys when he did. I fell for Niall first time I saw him, and Liam noticed. He became super protective of me after that, and almost knocked Louis out when he kissed me too close to the mouth. Along the way, I never knew how he felt. I never knew how Louis felt. I never knew how Niall felt. And I never knew how I had felt, myself.

  I loved them each. In all different, unique ways. But yet, the same way, the way a wife would love her husband. I was in love with Niall, and I had feelings for Liam and Louis. It made me feel like a slut.

  I sat there in the car that was driving down the winding road to our Florida home, which I wouldn't be staying in anymore. My chest ached where my heart was when I thought of the boys.

  It had taken twice the time to get here because something had messed up with the engine of the plane I was in.  The house came into view.

  "Wait just a second. I won't be long." I said, jumping out of the car to go get the rest of my things.

 Memories flooded into my mind as I walked through the kitchen, the living room, the game room. I peeked in Niall's room, tears sprung from my eyes, making me regret it. I avoided looking at Louis's stuff in our room, which was hard because he was so messy and it was everywhere.

   I zipped up my last suitcase, and sat on the bed one last time. I remembered back at the hotel how Lou and I had shared a bed, and he thought my phone vibrating was a bomb. Then I had snuck into Niall's room and we...

  Tears were really falling now. When,very faintly, I heard the front door open. Must be the driver, wondering where I am.

  "CANDACE!" I froze. No. No. No! Footsteps were coming up the stairs now. Damn it!

 I lunged for the window, scrabbling for it to open. Would it really come to me jumping out of a second-story window just to avoid it?

  Arms wrapped around my waist, carrying me from the room and down the stairs. I crossed my arms in protest.