The Irish Boy

Chapter Nine

 Sam's P.O.V

*Where was I? Everything seemed strangely familiar, I was in a graveyard. Everything seemed different though, there was way to many people then there should be and they all seemed happy.

  There was a man in front of me kneeling next to a gravestone, cautiously I walked up behind him. He abruptly turned and stared at me, he seemed scarily familiar, and instead of looking happy like the rest of them he looked somber.

  He pointed at the gravestone and I walked towards it, I gasped when I recognized the name it read, Samantha Squires July 4th 1996-June 29th 2013 Always on our minds forever in our hearts. I turned back to the man and suddenly recognized him as well. "Granfather?"*

Liam's P.O.V

  "How long has he been there?" I asked gesturing to Niall sitting in a chair in the waiting room, waiting until he could see Sam.

  "Since they got here," Louis replied looking worriedly at me. "She's been in the operating room an awful long time, i'm worried for Niall. He might break soon, he hasn't eaten in hours which is scary"

  I felt a twinge of sadness grip my stomach, maybe if we had met the guy sooner, maybe if we had drove faster, we might not have been to late.

  "Hey mate, it's not your fault, it's no ones fault but those who kidnapped her." Zayn told me. I nodded, I just hope Niall will be okay. Sighing I walked towards him and sat down trying to comfort him. These next few hours will be long.

  "Did Niall tell you what they did to her?" I spat. Louis, Zayn, and Harry looked at me bewildered all shaking their heads. "That son of a bitch Niall shot after, he raped her, he beat her, he stole her  bloody innocence."

  I was met with shocked faces. "Are you kidding?" Asked Zayn.

  "Does it looke like I'm kidding?" I replied, "Niall told me that before she..before....well.. you know. She told him that the guy had raped her."

  "That bastard." Louis exclaimed.

  "What about that other chick who got shot in the stomach?" Asked Harry.

  "I dunno, I think the police said something about a mental institution and jail or something like that."

  "She should have died along with that other guy." Louis spat. I'm actually surprised that Louis cared so much. Although we probably all feel the same way because she was our friend. No she is  our friend.

 

Niall's P.O.V

 "Why isn't she out yet, she's been in the operating room for hours." I asked the lads who were sitting around me. She was dead when the paramedics came, but they revived her and now she's in surgery. Oh God something must have happened.

  Liam pulled me out of my thoughts "Don't worry Nialler they just need to fix her up, she'll be fine." Sometimes his calmness annoyed me.

  "You don't know that Liam, what if she's not okay, what if she's not okay." I knew that my feelings for her was clouding my judgement but I didn't really care. She had told me that she loved me before she died. She can't die after that, she just can't.

  I myself had not believed in love at first sight either until I met Sam, although I think I was a little quick to hide it just in case.

  One agonizing hour later the doctor came into the waiting room. "What happened is she okay?" I asked.

  "We managed to stop all the internal bleeding but i'm afraid there's still a chance she may not make it. Due to the severity of her injuries were not sure if she'll wake up. She's not in a coma but she may not survive the night, i'm so sorry. Also because of what that man did to her we had to give her some medication just in case." I choked out a strangled sob, thankfully Harry spoke up. "Can we see her?"