Scarred (Incomplete)

Chapter 37:

~ "Ellie?" Nialls voice whispered from behind me.

Every word that was said was echoed. "Yes?" I turned around and Niall was holding a baby girl in his arms.

"Is this?"

"Is it what?" I echoed.

"Our child."

I shook my head. "No, Niall. We never had a child," I responded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Niall. I am 100 percent sure I never gave birth to a baby," I told him.

"Don't be so sure. Take a look at this," His voice echoed.

I walked over to him, and felt as if I were walking in slow motion. Like time was slowing even further down, each step I took. His finger slowly pointed to a clipboard that lay on the edge of a hospital bed.

Charlotte Horan

Born: April 17th

Parents: Ellie and Niall Horan

I gasped and stopped reading. "Niall I-"

"Take her," He shoved her in my arms.

"Wha-what?" I asked quickly.

"Take her! I want nothing to do with you or the baby!" He boomed.

"Niall I-I can't take care of her by myself-"

"Well find a way! Because you were so immature as to want a baby at the age of 17 when you knew you wouldn't be able to take care of it yourself!" He yelled.

"Take care of it? What kind of father are you?! To call your baby an it?" I scolded him and craddled Charlotte in my arms.

I felt like I knew her. Like we had some bond... Like mother and daughter... "Yeah.... For now at least. I will have my name scraped off of that birth certificate no matter what it takes!" He yelled, and with that, he left me with the wailing baby in the cold, restless hospital room. ~

"Ellie!" Niall shook me from my sleep and I could feel the tightness of my cheeks from the tear stains.

Wow. How pathetic, Ellie. Thats a real nice way to introduce yourself with your new boyfriend. Hi I'm Ellie and I cry in my sleep because I have dreams about having babies, and then having to raise them on my own. I thought to myself.

"Elle, are you alright?" His soothing Irish accent calmed me, and I propped myself up on my elbow.

"Yeah... Just a bad dream," I said, giving no details what so ever.

"About what?" He asked.

"Shark attack," Was the first thing that popped into my mind. I really shouldn't have said it though.

"Your still taunted by that, huh? I understand. It was a really tragic situation that your family went through... But yah know what helps?" He asked.

"What?"

"Seeing a therapist," And the moment he spit out those words, I burst into laughter.

"No no no no no!" I laughed. "Not in a million years."

"Why? Cmon, your mom, dad, and sister were killed right in front of you, your aunt and uncle kidnapped you until you were 17 because they were complete phsyco paths, and just recently you watch your sisters arm be torn from her body," He said. "Sounds like something a therapist would like for you to open up and tell."