Chapter 34

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~ Jocelyn's P.O.V. ~

I've been sitting in silence since the call ended. Niall's been trying to ask me what's happened, but I can't utter the words.

"Babe please, what's going on?" he asks for the thousandth time, looking completely horrified.

"I. They're. Captured. They'll die. She'll kill them."

"What? Who?" he asks, barely audible.

"My mom! She kidnapped all of them! They're all taken!" I scream.

"What!! NO!" Niall panics. He harshly runs his fingers through his hair and screams.

I try to calm him down, but I can't considering I'm freaking out as well. After about an hour we're both just holding each other in utter shock and denial.

"What the hell are we supposed to do?" I ask frantically.

"I don't know. And my family is expecting us. We have to stay for a couple days with them, they can't know about this. At least not yet, it'll break them."

"I understand. I'm good at pretending to be happy. Let's hurry up and get this over with. I am excited to meet my boyfriend's parents but finding my friends is what's on my mind at the moment."

"I know, mine too," he says grabbing our things and packing them up. I stand there in awe of what's happened over the past few months. My mom has never been this bad. And if I wouldn't have met Niall, I would be dead.

"Let's hurry," Niall sighs. As we reach the door he stops and drops the bags. He turns to me and says, "close your eyes."

I listen and close them. "And just breathe. Deep breaths in and out." I take a breath in and think of every horrible thing that's ever happened to me, and try to release the pain as I breathe out. It calms me a lot more than I thought it would.

Then I feel Niall's hands on the sides of my face. He connects his lips to mine, and it feels like pure heaven. I moan, because it feels like I haven't touched his lips in years.

He pulls away and I open my eyes. "I needed that," he smiled as best as possible."

"I'm ready now."

We exit the hotel and throw our bags into the trunk and head to Niall's childhood home. It's late on Sunday. Shit.

"Niall can you call my school, pretend to be my dad and say that I'm very sick and won't be back for awhile."

He nods and calls in for me. I thank him with a smile.

"Are you okay babe?" Niall asks me as we pull into the driveway.

"Yeah, just nervous and scared, but in a good way." I smile reassuring him.

I kiss his lips passionately before getting out of the car. I grab my bags and wait for Niall to do the same.

"Ni baby, I'm hungry," I groan. He laughs slightly.

"Don't worry, Nando's is about 20 minutes from here," he smiles. God, I wish everything could just be normal like this all the time.

I love Niall and he makes me so happy, but I'm scared. So scared that our friends are dead.

Niall knocks on the front door and he beautiful mother answers instantly.

"Hi baby!" she yells with a beautiful cry of joy. They hug for a few minutes.

"And this is Jocelyn, right?" she asks turning towards me. I smile nervously.

"Yes," I mumble. She laughs.

"Oh don't be shy! You're already like a daughter to me. Like a daughter I never had! Finally!" she smiles proudly.

"I am so honored," I say and strike a pose.

"I love you already!" she says. This woman is pure joy. She seems so happy and put together. Why do I have to be broken?

We bring our things inside. We chit chat with his parents and brother Greg for an hour. But by then it's getting pretty late.

Niall and I head up to his room.

"So this is where you grew up and slept as a kid, huh?" I smile, looking at the trophies and pictures on his shelves. Some are of him as a young boy and others of his family and friends.

"Yeah, cool isn't it?" he smirks. I walk over to his desk to see a laptop laying on top and it's fairly dusty.

"So cool," I mumble, opening the laptop. His home screen is a picture of him and his brother. "You guys are so cute. I wish my mom was more like yours." Tears begin to brim my eyes.

I try to hold them back, but once again I'm in Niall's arms crying out because of my past. Everything my mother has done is evil.

I fall asleep comfortably in his arms, while we were cuddling together in his twin sized bed.

sorry that this is up late at night, but at least it's up on Friday! love you guys! ♥️💋

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