Rest In Peace (Doublesided sequel)

Chapter Twelve- Closure

Not much happened after I was pulled away from the hospital in tears. I laid in Zayn's bed with a box of tissues and and my phone waiting for a further explanation of why my dad decided to kill my mom, and obviously getting nothing. Zayn and Liam had to drag me out of the hospital after she finally let go, telling me that it would be alright, and that I still had them; when we all knew it wouldn't be. I could never have my mom back again. It had been nearly four days of just lying in bed and trying to cry, trying to actually get a tear out; I felt like I owed it to my mom. But I just couldn't cry anymore, so I laid there. Every now and then Zayn would come in and pepper me with kisses and covet me, he would take my mind off of the pain for a little while. The funeral was in two hours so I decided it was time to get up and gather some information.

'why did you do what you did'

I texted my father and started getting dressed as Zayn walked in, seeing my half naked body, "Baby," he spoke softly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed up my back, "how are you feeling," he asked swaying our hips back and forth, I walked out of his embrace and reached for my phone, "I'm ready."

'you were warned that this would happen, Niall'

'but why did you make me pick someone to kill'

Zayn glanced at my phone in my hands, "who are you texting," I handed him the phone, "my dad." He slowly took the phone, but hastily tapped away after he read the texts. "I don't give a shit about who you think you are, or what you do to me after this, I just want to say fuck you for ever talking to my boyfriend like you have.

I hope you're satisfied with what you've done because you killed your wife, ruined your sons childhood, and confined yourself to jail for the rest of your life. What the fuck were you thinking." My dad on the other end of the phone chuckled replied, "It sounds like I've done my job," Zayn pulled the phone away from his ear, "you fucking psychopath." He threw my phone on the bed and rushed to kiss me, "I'm so sorry baby, I love you though. Don't forget that no matter what, Niall; I love you."

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Everyone sat outside with a canopy of umbrellas atop all of our heads, the rain was relentless but we weren't going to postpone the funeral because of it. Literally and metaphorically relating to my mom, the same saying was stuck on repeat in my mind, 'April showers bring May flowers.' Everyone sat in their slightly wet black suits and dresses looking elegant as Geoff spoke in the microphone. "Maura was, she was a lovely woman, the love of my life that I'd never thought I would find.

After all that she and Niall had been through, I can easily say that although her journey has ended, she was one of the strongest people I've ever met. Liam and Niall didn't want us to rush things with our relationship early on, after only knowing each other from a spin class for a couple weeks. She was always so grateful and humble, and its hard to see her become a casualty of Bobby's wrath. I will miss her deeply, as I'm sure all of us will; but if there was one person who could ever love her more than I do, it would be her son. Niall would you like to say a few worlds," I untangled my hand from Zayn's and stood up with my umbrella.

"Um, hi everyone," I announced, "My mom was the only one who made sure I was okay after my dad would beat us. She was the only one that would sit and have a conversation with me because my dad would pay the kids at school to beat me up. We both have come really far, from living in constant fear of being beaten, to being told that if one of us leaves, the other would die. It's unfair that she didn't get to enjoy the freedom of my father as much as we both would've wanted her to, but I think without such a wonderful mother like her, I wouldn't be here either."

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"That was rough, Ni, are you alright," Zayn said loosening his tie and watching me strip off my black tuxedo. "Yeah, I'm fine, just glad it's over with, I can't focus with all of this on my mind at once," he undid the buttons of his button-up, cocking his head to the side, "aren't your finals in like twelve days." I sighed and messed up my hair, "yeah, completely unprepared; isn't senior year fun," I mocked sarcastically. He walked up behind me, kissing my hand with smirking lips and taking my pants off, "follow me, babe." He lead me to the bathroom and started pressing light kisses to my neck, "Zayn I really don't wanna have se-," he shushed me and turned on the water, "I don't either cutie, I just want to make you feel good."

We stood in the pouring stream of water, letting the heat comfort us as Zayn kissed all around my body, "all of this will blow over eventually, baby." I closed my eyes and smiled, although I knew this situation with my father was insanely sticky, it was nice to hear something positive. "We've been together for too long to have this crumble, so I need you to stay strong; as will I," I smiled sweetly and turned to peck him on the lips. "This will all be over soon."