My Cinderella Story (Liam Payne)

CHAPTER 93

You guys might want to read the authors note if you want a sequel. :))))

Help centers aren't exactly the most pleasant places to be.

Everywhere I looked there was either pregnant teenagers, crying children or depressed people of all ages. And this is just the lobby, there's more in the living quarters.

I tapped my feet on the ground impatiently, the police guy left me here for the strangers that work here to help me out, but this place is so crowded I'm still waiting to go see Olive and Matilda.

Someone tapped my shoulder I sat there, causing me to turn to my left to see a familiar face looking at me.

"Brett?"

His face was covered in bruises, and his eyes looked defeated and tired. He just simply waved. "What are you doing here?" I asked, ignoring that I hate him because of that night.

"I got in a fight, and it's kind of serious, I'm here to 'talk through my problems' with a therapist." He said, using air quotations on the 'talk through my problems'.

"Oh, well I'm here because-"

"I know," he interrupted me. "I think the whole world knows what happened. It's the talk of the town and of course the media found out about Liam Payne and his ex nearly dying."

I shook my head at what he said, no one even knows what other awful things happened, they'd surely explode if they found out Hurlbutt actually killed herself and tried to kill us.

"So, how are you? I see you've got quite a few injuries." Brett asked. "Why should you care?" I scoffed. "Great, cocky Sarah is back," he retorted.

"I'm not cocky, I just don't see why you would care after you ditched me that night." I stated. "I guess you're right, but I am sorry." He said to me.

"Sarah Best?" The lady at the counter called for me, interrupting our conversation. (A/N: really regretting using my real name for this.)

"Right here," I waved to her and stood up, "good luck." I shrugged at Brett before walking to the front desk. "You too," he waved.

"Right this way, your sisters are waiting for you." The lady led me down a hallway into a little room with a bed and a couple chairs, and there was Olive and Matilda sitting there in silence.

"Sarah," they sighed and both ran towards me, crushing me in a hug. Because even though we have the most ridiculous, confusing relationship. We still love each other.

Plus a near death situation kind of changes you.

"You're alright, they wouldn't let us leave the building." Olive pulled away. "Why not?" I asked. "We kind of said some things while we were having crazy nervous breakdowns, and now the police know that it was a crime scene. So we're all witnesses and they've been asking us questions." Matilda replied sheepishly.

"Did you answer honestly?" I ask, they nod and sit back down, sighing heavily. "It's a complicated mess, and me and Liv are so suppose to be heading to college in a week," Matilda frowned.

"Don't worry, I bet they'll get us situated with money and what not, so you guys can go to college and I can figure out what I'm going to do. And if we tell them what happened we'll get out of here soon." I tried to cheer them up with the truth, but they just stayed silent.

"This place is boring, the cafeteria is depressing and their idea of a game room is pathetic." Olive sulked. Frowning, I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. It was a nice day, actually.