The Broken Boy

Chapter 11

***Clean chapter***

Chapter 11

Liam’s POV

 As I took in the sight around me, I knew what happened. My little angel had been raped again. I jumped about five feet in the air when he let out another scream. He was asleep but I could tell he was having a nightmare. He was writing on the ground and tears were coming out of his closed eyes. I slowly pulled his boxers and pants back on before I picked him up and carried him out of the alley.

People gave me strange looks. I was carrying around a sleeping, screaming boy. I think I’d stare too, but the looks were making me mad. I sped up and I soon made it into the side of town Niall lived in. I walked quickly to his house and up the driveway. I picked up the key he keeps in the flower pot by the door and opened it. I carried Niall into the house. I went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and wet it. I came back out to see Niall exactly how I left him. I gently cleaned the tears off his face. I was a little uncomfortable with this but I slowly undressed him and I cleaned off his body. I carried the naked, shivering boy up into his room and carefully dressed him in pajamas. I laid him down on the bed and climbed in with him. I wrapped my arms around his shivering form and laid my head down and slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up about four hours later and Niall was still asleep beside me. I got up off the bed and walked down to the kitchen. I grabbed the phone book off the counter and searched for the phone. I found it and I walked back to the kitchen. I found the phone book and looked up the number for Ms. Molly’s house. I quickly dialed it after making sure it wasn’t too late. It was only about 7 in the afternoon.

It rang twice before she picked it up.

“Hello?” She answered politely.

“Hello. Ms. Molly. It’s Liam.” I said.

“Oh Liam!” She said.

“Yes. I found Niall.” I said.

“Oh Liam! That’s great.” She exclaimed.

“Do you think it would be  okay  to leave him for a while?” I asked her. “I need to come and talk to you.”  I said.

“Yes. Of course. Come on over.” She said. I thanked her and told her I’d be right over. I quickly scribbled down a note to Niall saying I found him and I’d be right back and I headed out.

Ms. Molly was sitting on her porch reading when I made it to her house.

“Ah Liam! What is it you wanted to speak with me about?” She asked.

“Um. Could we maybe go inside?” I asked her, warily eyeing a neighbour that was watching me puzzled.

“Of course. Come in.” She told me.

She sat me down in the living room and handed me a cup of tea. I sipped at it, trying to figure out how to tell her.

“Niall…Niall was raped again.” I said. I heard her gasp and I looked up at her to see her hand over her mouth and tears coming out of her eyes. “I found him in the bad part of town in an alley. He was raped and left there. It looked like it had happened last night.” I said. “He was alone for all that time.” I whispered.

She pulled me into a hug and told me to go back to him. I walked into the spare room and packed up my things. I told Ms. Molly goodbye and that I’d come see her soon. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug and I was on my way back to Niall’s house.

When I opened the door I walked up to Niall’s room to hear sobbing coming from the bathroom.

“Niall?” I called. I heard the sobbing immediately stop. I heard a few sniffles and Niall walked out of the bathroom with his hair wet and a long sleeved shirt and plaid pants on.

“Niall. How you doing?” I asked him warily. He sniffed. I opened my arms and he came running into them. He broke and started sobbing into my shirt. I could already fell the fabric getting wet but I didn’t care.

“Shhh. Baby, You’re okay now. No one will hurt you. I’m here and I’m going to keep you safe now.” I whispered into his ear. I pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before pulling him back into my chest. He was shaking and sobbing and I led him over to the bed. I sat down and pulled Niall onto my lap. He buried his head into my shoulder and kept crying.

“G-Go ahead. S-Say it.” He sobbed.

“Say what?” I asked, rubbing his back soothingly.

“T-Tell me we’re o-over.” He sniffled. I pulled back and looked into Niall’s eyes which were bright from tears.

“Niall I am never going to say that. How could I? You are my everything and I am going to stay with you until you beg me to leave.” I said and pulled him into me again.

“B-But you choose you’re parent right. They told you to choose but you didn’t’ say anything and I thought that meant you chose them.” He said, looking up with his big, blue eyes.

“No, Nialler. I would never choose people who don’t accept who I am.” I said. “I choose you and will a hundred times until you believe me.” I told him. I leaned in and ghosted my lips over his, before I pressed mine against his will all the force I could without hurting him. I slowly leaned him down and I kept kissing him. I kissed his face, his neck, his lips, and I pulled off his shirt, kissing his collar bone. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his bare chest and the feel of his soft skin on mine.

“Go to bed, Nialler. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I whispered into his ear. A few minutes later I heard light snores escaping his lips. His deep even breathing and the feel of his steady heartbeat slowly lulled me to sleep.

I woke up a while later, with the sun shining into the room, when I felt him hit me. I jolted upright and I saw him flailing around on the bed. I grabbed him before he fell off the bed and pulled him close to me. When I did that he let out the loudest scream I had ever heard. It left my ears ringing. I let go of him and started to shake him.

“Niall wake up!” I said.

“Niall wake up you’re dreaming!” I said louder.

“NIALL!!!” I shouted as loud as I could. His eyes flew open and he sat up, shaking and crying. I slowly  put my arms around him. He tensed up and I paused.

“It’s just me, Nialler. I’m not going to hurt you.” I whispered. He relaxed and I pulled him closer to me.

“L-Liam. It was awful. He came back and h-he tried to get me again. Y-You tried to save me but h-he k-killed you!” He sobbed, clutching tightly onto my shirt.

“Niall, can you do something for me?” I asked softly. I felt him nod into my shoulder.

“Would you consider going to therapy?” I asked cautiously. His wide blue eyes looked up at me and he looked confused.

“Therapy?” He said puzzled.

“Yes. Just a couple of sessions and if you are getting better we can continue. Only if you’re comfortable with it though.” I told him. He slowly nodded and I let myself smile a little.