Orphan

Chapter 25

As I came down the staircase in need of some filling breakfast, I noticed Abby in the corner of the living room planted firmly in a chair. Her stare never leaving the table. Something was on her mind. I contemplated whether or not to ask her. “You alright?” I asked holding onto my arm as I stepped slightly closer to her, she ceased to move. Her eyes merely lifted to meet mine. “Would you be in my position?” she asked in a strained voice. “Well… I don’t really know what that is? Maybe if you spoke to me a bit we could come to some sort of conclusion?” I muttered hopefully, but I somehow knew that meant nothing to her. At least not right now.

“You know, Niall’s the only one who really, genuinely cares about me around here… and even he let’s this shit happen to me.” She chuckled a bit to herself, her head shaking as she did so. I was lost. “I’m sure that’s not true-”

“-Oh no, trust me… it is. Liam is too protective over Harry and Harry is a complete arsehole. I should know he has been ever since I came Here, and he hasn’t stopped. You think he’s bad now? You should have seen him before. I used to sleep outside before Niall convinced him to let me sleep in his room. And he only agreed so that I could agree to preparing the food and cleaning the house. He has no respect to anyone or anything. I used to be everyone’s fucking slave. And Niall… Niall had to accept it just as I had.” She whispered letting a tear slip from her reddening eyes. “Zayn and Louis are just as bad. Yeah you think they’re sweet and helpful until they’re used to you. Don’t trust anyone in this house. Don’t.” Abby warned drying her face and sitting up straight. I felt horrible for her. Maybe I really didn’t understand what was going on here.

“What about Niall?” I mumbled sitting down in front of her. She smiled briefly before rolling her eyes. “Niall. Niall is a liar. I know he’s cheating on me. Whenever they go out on a mission or to school, I see it when he gets home. The lipstick stains and perfume and the hickeys. I once even found lingerie in his backpack. Amazing. Right?” I frowned furrowing my eyebrows. “Then why are you still with him… for so long everyone back home wondered Why you were still with him? Why he was the only one who could keep a relationship.”

“Because that’s what you do when you love someone… I love him, and I know he loves me, but… he just needs his options open y'know… I’m not always enough and I understand.” She sounded defeated. “Abigail that’s no-”

“-I'm back.” Speaking of the devil. Niall walked in with the bag of wood as I suddenly felt a surge of anger. This wasn’t my place, I should not get involved. Abby just stared at him and nodded. “Are you still mad at me?” he asked walking over to the chair and greeted me with a nod before turning his attention to Abby. “No. Of course not…” she muttered as she placed a fake smile on her lips and he seemed to lap it up. “Great baby.” He grinned kissing her, she kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him. I couldn’t bring myself to believe their relationship went through such troubles.

“I’m sure you two have this sorted out… I’m gonna make some breakfast.” I smiled softly, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. It was like speaking to a wall. They were far too lost in each others lips to pay any mind to me. My legs still throbbed, my body was badly bruised. This robe was the only thing hiding my pure weakness of last night. I looked around the cupboards for something to make breakfast with. I guess the house is empty again. "Uhm...Niall I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but there's nothing to start breakfast." I mumbled awkwardly as Niall stopped and pulled away from Abby's already brutalized lips. "I got the wood, there should be something somewhere just check again." He spoke with a small shrug as he went back to the tongue fight. I sighed. Clearly I had looked everywhere I possibly could. I checked through the kitchen again. Nothing. The staircase creaked as footsteps broke through the silence. I swallowed preparing myself, calming the fear. "I don't like waking up and you're not next to me. Keep that in mind." He spoke into my ear as he walked past me to the backyard, he didn't whisper but said it just loud enough so that only I could hear it. What is it with his compulsive need to know where everything is?

"Harry...before you go. There's no ingredients to make breakfast." I said as he turned around and Niall widened his eyes angrily at me. What had I done wrong now? "You think I can't take care of my people? You think I'm incompetent? I what there is and isn't in this house do we understand each other?!" Harry yelled as I flinched nodding quickly. "I asked you a question I expect a verbal response!"

"I-m sorry Harry..." I frowned, before his hand made contact with my face again. I yelped in pain, his large heavy hands were the last thing you'd want hitting you. "I didn't ask for a fucking apology! I asked you a question now answer me you bloody idiot!" He scolded slapping me across my already bruised thighs with a wooden spoon. "Ow...I don't know what you aske-d." I whimpered stepping back as I held back a vicious stream of tears. "You just love agitating me don't you?" He chuckled with a fire in his eyes. I shivered holding onto The counter, shaking my head. "What did I just say about answering me back!"

"No Harry, no I don't." I stuttered out softly as Liam and Louis walked in and he dropped the spoon. "Boys we're gonna have to make another run." Harry said Calmly to them as my heart skipped a Beat, internally grateful they had walked in. "Sort yourself out and I want to see you dressed when I get home." Harry Threatened quietly to me as he grabbed his gun from atop the cupboard. "Yes Harry." I answered softly, wiping away a stray tear as he nodded and left with the other boys. "Still think you've got this?" Abby mumbled looking me over as I hunched over the counter, sick to my stomach. I glanced at her figure walking away. What was it with this girl?