Chapter 43
We arrived at the same hospital that Bethany was at. Niall was groaning and muttering curse words under his breath as we helped him out of the car. Once again, the paparazzi flooded around us. Mason started crying, and so did the twins, so we had to hurry and get them inside, but then I started hearing questions about me, "Why isn't Nicole sad about this?" "Why aren't you sad?" "Doe she not care about the death of her daughter?"
"Bethany isn't dead!" I snapped at them. They all stared at me, and Zayn quickly intervened, "She's in denial about this right now. Sorry, can we answer questions later, Niall hurt his hand."
Unfortunately, that led to another set of questions, "How did Niall hurt his hand?"
"I punched a wall. Can I go get help, now?" Niall muttered. They were mumbling under questions, but finally let Niall through. We got into the hospital, and Niall was taken over to the front desk. He was taken to another room by himself to fix up his hand. I'm guessing he broke his hand.
Suddenly, one of the nurses ran over to me, "Are you Nicole Horan?" she quickly asked. I nodded, feeling nervous, "Y-Yeah, what is it?"
"Your Grandfather, the one who shot Bethany, well he's dead," she explained, "We came over an hour later and saw that the cord to the machine keeping him alive was unplugged. He died within a little, because he was in a coma."
"H-He's actually dead?" Zayn stuttered out. I began thinking of all the misery he caused me. All the pain, sadness and anger. Is it finally going to be gone? Will I finally be able to escape his evil clutches?
She nodded, "Sorry, but I have other patients to deal with. You can speak to me later if you would like."
I shook my head, "No, it's fine. Thank you for telling us," I replied. "No problem," the nurse replied, before scurrying off. Zayn and Perrie turned to face me, "Nicole?" Perrie asked, staring at my blank expression.
"I can't believe he's actually dead...." I whispered, "He's put me through so much... He shot my own little girl. He nearly killed all the people I love so much. I never wish death on anyone, but I've wanted him to just disappear for so long.... H-He's the last one. H-He's the last one of the people who have been torturing me. T-They're all gone."
I began sobbing, and Zayn pulled me into a hug. He stroked my hair comfortingly, "Nicole, why are you crying? This is good, isn't it?"
"I-I'm crying tears of happiness," I whispered, "I-I never thought I'd ever be able to get rid of them. I-I feel free for once. I feel like my children will finally be safe. I don't have to worry every night, not sure when someone is going to come and hurt them."
"See? Things are getting better," Zayn quietly said to me, as he held me close.
*
"I can't believe he's actually dead," Niall mumbled, as Zayn pulled the car up into the driveway of our house. Niall and I got out, taking the twins out with us, "Thank God, though. He deserves to go to hell."
"Niall, where did Bethany go?" I asked, as I helped Addy out of her car seat, and set her on the driveway. Niall sighed, "Nicole, let's just go get the twins inside," he quietly replied, picking Aedan up. Niall thanked Zayn for the ride, so we walked into the house.
"My hand is killing me..." Niall mumbled, once we walked into the house. I set Addy down, and Niall set Aedan down. I sighed, walking over to him, "You're not going to hurt yourself again, are you?"
"Yeah... I won't... I learned my lesson," he replied. I smiled and kissed his cheek. I was about to walk over to Aedan and Addy, when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at Niall confused, but walked over to answer it, Niall following closely behind. I opened up the door and saw Ella standing there.
