Chapter Eleven
Niall's P. O. V.
"What do we do now?" Nichole asked me. We sat on the two swings in the back yard for three hours.
"I'm not sure right now." I answered her truthfully. I wanted to help her I really did but I just didn't know what to do as of right now.
A few moments passed by and Nichole spoke again. "This is where I saw my mother die..." she trailed off.
"What do you mean?" I asked unsure of what she was talking about.
"The day of my mothers death, I saw a man standing over there..." she pointed to an area relatively close to where we were sitting. "I saw a man kill my mother and her baby right here." She said so calmly. Like it was normal to her.
I really didn't know what to say to her, I guess the silence between us spoke for itself.
About an hour later of her telling me about all the little visions and experiences she's had in this house, we had debated on weather or not, we should go back inside that house. But we really didn't have a choice. Nichole couldn't leave this place. Like she had some kind of barrier that she couldn't pass.
We eventually went back inside. Nichole and I had sat down at the island, that stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey I'm a bit hungry, mind if I fix us something to eat?" I asked Nichole hoping to take her mind off of everything that just happened earlier.
"He has to go, he has to leave." I jumped at the coldness and sound of another persons voice. I turned to see an elder woman with lots of wrinkles, and a maids uniform on.
Nichole's head snapped up to the woman who suddenly rushed into the room. "What are you doing here?" Nichole asked the lady in the uniform.
"He needs to leave here..." she seemed afraid.
"Why?"
"Because it's not safe for him here right now. If he stays a second longner he will die tonight." she said frightened.
"But he's here to help me-" The elder woman cut Nichole off.
"Yes and I know that, and it's very kind of him be he needs to go... now." she said standing her ground.
I looked to Nichole...
Nichole's P. O. V.
I noticed Niall looking at me to give him a look to confirm weather or not I wanted him to stay or leave. I didn't really want him to stay because I could never live my life on know that Niall died because of my. But I don't really want him to go because I need him. I want him here to help me.
"Niall, I want you to stay but I don't want you to get hurt..." I trailed off hoping he would understand where I was coming from. And if he wanted to go I wouldn't blame him. I was okay if he didn't want to stay. Which nine times out of ten with my luck he would leave. But if him leaving is to keep him safe, then I'm okay with it.
"No, I'm staying here. I made Nichole a promise that I wasn't gonna leave until I got her out of her. And that's what I'm doing." Niall said standing his ground.
"Well your an offly brave boy to be risking your life for someone who should already be considered dead..." the woman calmingly to be my great great grandmother time 300 said laughing.
"What?" What was she talking about?
"Oh come on you can't be that dumbfounded. You didn't figure this out yet? Ha! Maybe you weren't as smart as I thought you were after all. Your a sitting duck. You are like a pig being born into slotted. There is no way in hell that you'd were to ever win in that battle against my husband. Hell you probably wouldn't be able to go against my son. You didn't know? You were born to die."
