*Niall*
I listened as Louis sang that song to harry. We've all heard it before but it was nice to hear it again anyway. It was relaxing in a strange way i guess. Zayn sat back down on the bean bag. His lips were a bit swollen and i smirked slightly. I chuckled very silently and sat on his lap. He put his arms around my waist and i leaned into him.
"So who is next?" Harry asked to get rid of some of the tension that filled the room. I didn't look at Harry or Liam, they both have shared there's. I know Zayn wont share at all. Louis probably wont share either and i wonder if Megan will. I sighed and gave in. I thought it would be fair. "I Will." I felt all eyes shift to me as i leaned back into the protective hold of Zayn.
"Niallers are you sure you want too?' Zayn asked me and i nodded. "Y-yeah i'm sure." He rubbed my back as i looked at my hands. It wasn't everyday i tell anyone this story. I barely told it to anyone of the other boys here anyway. I licked my lips and didn't move my eyes from where i was looking as i began.
*Flash Back: Niall*
I just scored the winning goal for our football game. (America Soccer). My whole time was cheering my on and congratulating me. I nodded and faked smiled. They all believed my lie. They always do. I broke away from our group huddle thing and looked over to my parents. My dad showed no emotion while my mum was clapping and cheering as well. I gave a slight fake smile and ran over.
"Mum, Da, I won us the game!!! isn't that awesome!!! we got the champion chip!! we won nationals!!" I cheered and jumped high in the air. My mum laughed and hugged me tight. "How about we go get some ice cream?" I nodded excitedly at her question. She left to get our car and i looked at Dad. What is he gonna say now? I hope he finally says he is proud of me.
He looked right now at me and i could tell right away it was with shame. He was looking at me with shame. "Your kick was sloppy. You had enough to make sure even your posture was prefect and you failed. What have a i told you about posture!?" He shouted. I glanced around and saw no one was around. I swallowed thickly and whimpered. I know where this is going.
He frowned more if it was even possible. "I told you to man up boy." He raised his hand, the back was to me and it striked my right cheek with much force. My head swung to the left as the blow impacted my cheek. I quickly looked back to him, putting my right hand over the cheek that was struck. I let out a whimper on accident. "da.. i'm sorry." I managed to choke out.
His gaze narrowed more at me. The red hand print on my face was mostly covered by the red from my flushed face my running down the field. "I told you never to whimper." He growled and stuck my all ready sore cheek again. I held in my protested and looked over his shoulder. No one would hear or care anyways. "Now get in the car so we can go home." I nodded and walked over to our van.
Dad got into the shot gun seat as i climbed into the back. I didn't say a word as i ignored the burning in my cheek. My dad caught my gaze in the rear view mirror and gave me a slightly nod. "Mum.. can we just go home? i'm a bit knackered." I mumbled and quickly looked away. I could tell she was surprised. I never turn down food. "uh... yeah of course sweetie." She turned the car and headed back to home.
Its not that i didn't want ice cream, i knew dad wanted to hit me more and he can't do that at a ice cream parlor. I sat silent all the drive home. My mum tried to get me to say something but i refused all of them. There was nothing i wanted to say to her or anyone. I just wanted to come home and sleep. That would at least take me away for a few short hours before i had to face school.
I hated school just as much as i hated being home. The only place i liked was the football field. Its the one place i was known as me and not my mask. I didn't like my dreams for they lied about reality, and just make it harsher. I sighed and got out when we parked in the drive way. I still said nothing as i slipped my cleats off and went up stairs.
I walked straight to the bathroom and striped down, taking a quick shower. I turned down dinner and changed into some sweat pants. I looked at my refelction in the mirror. The red marks on my face were turning a bit purple and the burises on my chest and ribs were a darker black. I looked away quickly and crawled under my covers. Dad wouldn't be up for a few hours.
that was enough time to catch maybe a hour of sleep before the pain kept me away. I layed there in silence as i waited for him to come and hit me more. I tensed up as i heard the cries of protest from my mother. It was coming earlier tonight. He always hit her before grabbing a beer and coming for me. I heard the steps of my tormentor come up slowly. It was a steady thump, thump.
I clutched my blanket tighter as my door opened. i whimpered mentally and went dead still as the light fell into my room. I gulped. this was not going to end well at all. The blanket was forcefully thrown back and i felt the bottle hit crush down into the side of my skull. I yelled and tried to sit up but he stopped me by pinning my down my the throat. I struggled to breathe and he just applied my pressure.
the bottle was all ready broken, there was beer, broken glass and blood on most of my pillow and some of my blankets. I looked at my dad wide eyed and frozen. He growled down at me, clearly drunk. "You worthless, no good for nothing, rotten bastard!!!" He smacked me what was left of the bottle. he was clearly drunk. I Said nothing knowing it was only going to make it worse.
This continued until there was nothing left of the bottle to break on my face. I knew i was going to have cuts, gashes and bruises all over my face in the morning but there was nothing to do. He finally got off me and went back to his own room. Snores filled the house as soon as he was asleep. I sat up snuck off to the bathroom with a dry blanket and pillow.
I my bathtub was dry and i layed the blanket in half and crawled in. Hugging part of the corner. That night i cried myself to sleep. School wasn't my much better. My face was terrible, so many people teased me and asked me questions. I never answered them, i coulnd't. It would all ready make my daily beating worse then they all ready were. I pushed my books into my locker as everyone ran to class.
I was late but there was nothing i could do about it. The bullies pulled me into the bathroom and had some more fun ruining my face and taken some blows to myside. Never once did i cry out and show them sasafasction. I was never going to sink to their level. The day only got worse until i got hime. Everything was packed and my mum was in the car.
Her face was better then mine and pulled me into the car. But of course that wasn't before my dad had some more fun, and being hung over he was worse then ever. He broke most of ribs and kicked to the ground. I tried getting away and that was when i saw bright lights and things went black.
*Niall: Now*
I wiped my face and hid it in Zayn's shoulder. He was keeping me from wanting to get something and making another cut into my arm. I needed pain now but not the ones from hands or feet, just one from something sharp. Zayn hummed softly in my ear and rubbed my back in small circles. A few minutes passed before i looked to Megan. "Don't think differently of me, please. i just want to be normal."
I pleaded with her and she nodded. "I promise i wont Niall... i am sorry i never had a clue." I let out a sarcastic laugh. "No one would have guessed Megs. Welcome to the club." I sniffled and hiccuped softly. Liam and Harry left out low chuckles. "Okay someone else go now please so i didn't ruin our sharing time here." I told them. "I guess i'll go now." A voice piped up.
