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Chapter 9

I knew what he was going to do. 

Still pinned to the wall by a lustful Niall, I couldn't do anything. He was stronger than me.

I was scared and probably will be for the rest of my life about sex. Itimacy is now my phobia because of the monster you would call dad. He doesn't deserve that title nor does my mum. I would rather it be me then someone else. I would feel bad for who ever in my spot. God put me in this spot of two horrible people for a reason.

Because I was strong enough to handle it.

Because I am strong enough to handle it.

This all happens for a reason. May not be good in the begining but in the end everthing will turn out fine. At least I hope it does.

I can't move my hands. To shocked to speak by his actions. He promised  me that he wouldn't hurt me.

 He isn't hurting you. My subconscious tells me. But she didn't go though it. She was like my second parent in a way. 

She was a friend to me. 

She told me from right to wrong when I had no one to guide me.

She was just there for me when I had no one. Not even friends.

But that was all in the begining.

Niall takes my small hands into his rather large ones, slipping the one free hand he as up his shirt, and presses it on my back. Holding me so I couldn't move. 

He slowly moves his hand up my back and sets it where my bra would be. 

Tears freely escaped my eyes as Niall tried to get his shirt I was wearing off me but failing at it. He needed two hands. 

I wished Jamie were here. She would yell at him and hold me until I would stopped crying.

"Don't cry love. I'm here." He cooed in my ear. I didn't stop though. 

He let my hand go as he again, grabbed the hem of his shirt. I quickly put my hands down so he couldn't lift the fabric over me. 

"Baby don't be like that." He whined. It was like he was in a trance. I couldn't understand it. 

"Niall please don't." I whimpered.

He didn't stop though.

"No, Niall, No. You are hurting me." I whimpered quietly. He snapped out of his so called trance and looked at me with sad eyes. He backed away from me slowly guilt was present in the thick air. 

"Oh my god-" He looked down. 

"I'm so sorry Mac please don't hate me." He begged. I just stayed quiet. I didn't know what to say to him. I couldn't be okay with it.

Oh, you almost raped me like my father did almost every single night. I will just be super fine with that and not hate you for that. Maybe later we can just go to the field and throw daisy in the air. 

"Mac please, say something. I'm so sorry what I did. I couldn't help it." He started to cry.

Like hell you couldn't help it.

"Go to Hell Niall." I screamed at him

His eyes reden (Is that even a word? If not then pretend it is.) He felt bad. I knew he did. But I couldn't just forgive him just like that. 

"I'm a monster. I shouldn't even be called a human." He cried. I wanted to hug him but I resisted the urge to do so. 

He fell to his knees, eyes closed. I quietly stalked of out of the room and looked for a home phone. I remembered her number which was good. I remember when she bought me my phone for my 15th birthday. I had to hide it from my parents though.