You Got A Fast Car (BoyxBoy)

Been Wating Too Long

"I got a plan to get us out of here. Been working at a convenient store, managed to save just a little bit of money."

Niall's POV

3 weeks later

Its not like I didn't want to get up and go, just leave without a goodbye, but I just couldn't face the big world, and leave my parents like this.

Plus, I had a job and worked nearly every morning shift, and occasionally the night shift. I'm a cashier at a convenient store, and the money I earn is all placed in a jar so I can save it for Justin and I.

So I couldn't just leave that job until I had gathered enough payments for petrol and food money for us.

I also knew if I stuck around too long, and didn't stick to the promise of leaving and taking Justin with me, there was a high chance it'd get worse for Justin.

He didn't deserve his life, he didn't deserve his beatings. He deserved happiness.

I felt selfish wanting him to wait, wanting him to just take the pain and abuse from his father a little while longer.

I sat at the table, eating dinner with my older brother, mum and dad quietly, while they argued over how much my graduation outfit would be, and the bills that were stacked.

Greg sat beside me, nudging my shoulder as my parents growled lowly at each other.

I looked to him, smiling a little, although when our parents fought, it was hard to listen to and take in.

"How's Justin?" Greg whispered, a small smile on his lips.

He knew about Justin's life, and how hard it was for him, so he was always wondering.

"He's okay.... haven't talked in the last two days..." I frowned, wondering why he hadn't popped by. I'd go to his house, but his fathers a scary man, so Justin agreed to come by every night or so.

"Oh... tried calling him?" Greg asked, taking a bite off food.

"His phones flat or disengaged." I sighed.

"Saw the police and ambulance at Justin's house this morning." Dad suddenly spoke.

I looked up, widening my eyes, "What!?"

"I don't know why you bother with that boy, his lives going nowhere with a father like his, and he's always cooped up in that shack of a house. You need someone with money, Niall." Dad sighed.

"What? Why has no one told me sooner? What happened?" I completely ignored my father, jumping from my seat and rushing to get my coat.

"Niall, its probably just his father overdosing on some crap." Mum said calmly.

"Is my car running?" I asked, running to grab my keys.

"It was working alright this morning. Its probably nothing to wo-"

I cut my father off, by shutting the front door and jumping in my car, snow falling heavily around as I reversed, hurrying to get to Justin's house, begging that it was his damn father in the hospital, or something.

I prayed silently, turning into Justin's driveway after a few minutes of driving, and jumping out the car.

I made my way to the front door, and pounded on the broken screen, impatiently at that.

It was twenty seconds later, when Justin's father opened the door, drinking still.

"Horan, what are you doing here?" He slurred, his eyes red like he'd been crying.

"Wh-Where's Justin, sir?" I gulped, my heart beat shaking.

He sighed, "I'm not getting any better, you know?"

"What did you do?" I asked, shaking lightly, "What did you do, Mr. Bieber?" I spoke clear, and loud.

"Justin's at the hospital... I broke his spine." He mumbled.

I didn't think twice, before throwing my fist into the side of his face. He stumbled to the floor, as I ran back to my car, starting to sob as I rushed out, determined to get to the hospital.

Why didn't I leave earlier with Justin? What have I done?

I can't belie this, I can't.

It wasn't long before I was inside the local hospital, at the reception area and sobbing to know where Justin was.

The head nurse took me to a room, and explained that once I went inside, I had to be cautious, and careful of Justin's frail state.

I walked in the room,  heart pounding as the image of Justin came to view.

His body laying on the white hospital bed, his eyes barely open as he blinked at me.

"Baby?" I choked, walking to his side, holding his hand in mine and kissing his cheek.

There were bruises all over him, on his arms, his neck, cheek and chin, one eye was bruised badly.

"N-Niall..." Justin croaked, tears spilling from his eyes. I wiped them away gently, kissing his lips over and over.

"I'm here, I'm so sorry... I'm here." I soothed.

It hurt so bad, seeing him like this, and I couldn't do anything but blame myself.

"Ni, I-I can't feel my legs... I can't feel them..."