Wrong Number - L.T 1D

Chapter Fifty Six

The silence was absolutely deafening. Isn't it funny how in this quiet room, with only the sound of our breath mingling together, it can feel as if twenty people are gathered around, yelling as loud as they possible can. 

I can feel Niall's breath on my face, mingling with my own. His blue eyes are piercing my own with fierceness I never though I would see in his eyes. His hands are still holding up my shirt and every now and then I watch his eyes flicker nervously down to the bruises lining my stomach.

Another thing that I find funny is that if you don't want to tell someone something or share that story with them, they always have a way of finding out. Accidental or not. They always find out. You can try your best to hide it but they always have a way.

"Mimi, love. What are these?" Niall asks again, this time I can hear pain sounding in his fragile voice.

"Bruises," I sigh breathlessly, trying to avoid the subject of how I got them.

"I know that love, I'm not that stupid. But I mean how did you get them?" he breathes. 

"Oh well uhh. Hmmm, that's a funny story actually," I laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Okay, Mim. This is not the time to lie to me or joke around. These obviously aren't from some freak accident. They would be this bad. Now, I want you to sit up on the couch and tell me the truth. No lies," Niall says sternly as he pulls down my shirt.

I sigh before crawling off the ground and onto the couch where I cross my legs underneath me. Niall stay on the ground, knelt in front of me. He gathers my hands up in his. his blue eyes boring into my own. I look down at my hands, knowing that I won't be able to look him in the eye as I tell him this story.

"Sooo, uhh. Where do I start?"

"The beginning would be best love," Niall says.

"I know. Well it start about two years after my dad left us. I was five when he left so it was actually two days after I turned seven that it all started. My mum she blamed me for him leaving. I knew she did even if she didn't say it to my face. I'd heard her say it to her friends. But one day I got home from school and she was drunk," I whisper quietly. I shudder as the memory comes back to me in full force.

I open the front door after having to walk the whole two miles home. My mum forgot to pick me up from school so I had to walk. I drop my back pack on the floor before turning and closing the door. I walk into the kitchen, looking for something to eat but instead I find my mother staring angrily at me, a beer bottle in her hand.

"Where have you been?" she yells, her words melding together.

"Well, I had to walk home from school because you forgot to come and pick me," I say quietly, my little seven year old voice sounding scared.

"I did not! I was there! I came looking for you!" she screams at me.

"No you didn't. I waited for an hour, hoping you would come. And besides, the keys are in exactly the same spot they were this morning when I left," I sigh.

"They are not! You stupid oblivious child! If it weren't for you, your father would still be here and I wouldn't have to worry about some idiotic child who thinks she knows everything about the world!" she spits in my face before she raises her hand in the air.

Everything literally stops. And for a split second I can see the anger in her bloodshot eyes. I can see the pain hidden behind that. I can smell the alcohol dropping off her breath. I can see the crinkles in her clothes, the same ones she was wearing yesterday.

Then it all speeds up. I don't even have time to prepare myself for the slap that she places on my cheek. She pulls away, leaving a stinging sensation coursing through the fragile skin on my face. Then she slaps me again, this time on the other cheek.

I let the tears fall from my eyes at the pain that it causes me. I try my best not to let the sobs escape my mouth but one does. When she hears that, I watch her hand curl up into a fist before it collides with my left eye, the pain worse then the two slaps she sent to my cheeks.

"You worthless, stupid child. Get out of my sight," she screams before shoving my shoulders, sending me flying to the ground with a thud.

I watch as she walks away, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. Once she disappears out of sight, I bring my knees up to my chest and cry. I let the pain take over my body as I lay there on the cold, hard floor crying.

I feel a hand on my cheek and I am suddenly brought out of the memory and back into reality. I look up to see Niall's eyes filled with tears, his hand on my cheek. I close my eyes, trying to forget the look on Niall's face just them. But it's no use. I've already cause him the pain, I can't take it back.

"Mimi, I am so sorry love," Niall whispers, his voice hoarse.

I shrug my shoulders, not really in the mood to talk to him. The only person I really want to talk to basically left. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't care that I'm up here crying because of my past. He only cares about himself and the band.

I let more strangled sobs escape my mouth at the thought of Louis, my rock through all of this. I can't do this without him. He's the one who  was there with me from the start. Without him, I feel lost, incomplete, heartbroken.

Because without him, I am nothing.

I'm nothing more then a broken girl with a terrible past.

And the only one who can fix me is gone.

The only one who can fix me doesn't care anymore.

First chapter for today guys! I'm thinking of doing two?

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Sorry, I'm just really really really excited! Thank you guys for reading! It means so much to me! I love you all! I just... yeah. I don't know what else to say other then thank you. Because without all of you I would never have gotten my book to here. So thanks.

QOTC: What do you think Niall will do now that he knows? And, do you think Louis will ever stop being cold and distant towards Mimi?

ILYSM!

SWAG ON!

~ TJ xoxoxoxo