Greaser

23. Scared

M A R Y

Part of me believed that my father was capable of killing Niall’s mom. It’s not like it wasn’t the most out of the world possibility. The problem is, Niall is making it seem like I knew about it all along, like I was in on it or something. It’s like the universe is against Niall and I being happy or being happy together. When something good is happening to me, or my life is going great something comes up at home. It almost always happened, and now it’s continuing to happen even now that I’m three hours away.

I looked out the window at the spot Niall and I had just been arguing, and he was no longer sitting on the curb in front of the building. It’s been three months and I already feel like he’s going to walk away.

“Mary?” I looked back at the two nine year olds, Tony in particular who had called for me.

“Yeah, bud?” I quickly wiped away the stray tears, taking in a shaky breath to gather myself.

“Whatever Niall did, I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” He mutters quietly, looking down at his hands. I flashed him a weak smile, tilting my head.

“Tony, you don’t have to worry about what’s going on, okay? Why don’t you and Aubrey just go back to her aunt’s room, alright? I’ll come get you later.” I suggested. He shrugged, pushing himself off the bed just as the door to the motel room opened, with Niall walking through, into the room.

“Where you goin’ Tony?”

“Aubrey and I are going to her aunt’s room.”

“I don’t think—,”

“Niall, its fine. I told them to go.” I grumbled, silencing Niall from talking any further, slamming the door shut when Anthony and Aubrey ran down the walk way to her room.

“So what you’re telling him what to do now? He’s my brother, don’t you think I should say if he goes or not?”

“Are fucking kidding me right now? I don’t have time to fight with you about stupid shit like this Niall.”

“Believe me, we are going to talk about your father, because how do I know you’re not just like him and that you’re just really good at acting?”

I shook my head, holding back any tears by covering them up with a small laugh. “You know me well enough by now to know that I’m nothing like that.”

“I don’t think I do. I thought I had this all figured out, but maybe I don’t Mary.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying I don’t know if I can keep seeing you knowing who your father is. I’m saying that maybe you should leave.” He mutters, not even batting an eyelash to hint that he was the least bit upset with what he had just put out in the open.

“I know you don’t mean that, Niall.”

“D-Don’t try to tell me what I feel, Mary. The mere glimpse of you makes me beyond pissed.” He grumbled, “Your father murdered my mom, and I don’t know if I can be in love with his daughter.”

“You’re in love with me?”

“I thought I was, but now I’m not so sure.”

Things have gone wrong, just when things were going good, and things were happy. I let my body fall to the bed, my head falling into the palms of my hands as I let my tears fall. “Niall, you can’t do this, this isn’t my fault!”

“I know it’s not Mary! But until I get over this shit, I don’t think I stand to see the daughter of my mother’s killer! Do you not fucking understand that!?”