~Chapter 4~

                                    

                                          
LOOK AT THE PIC IN THE SIDEBAR HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
                          
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 I inhaled. Should I tell him? Could I trust him?
                          
If you trust him, he could spill it to everyone. 
                          
If you do trust him, you can get all of this weight off of your shoulders. 
                          
And get more weight of him telling everyone else.
                          
I think you can trust him.
                          
And, what  if you can’t?
                          
Just tell him!
                          

                          
It was like, my body was fighting each other. Good vs. bad. I decided to listen to the good. I looked up at his eyes. They were full of pain. I took a deep breath and spilled.
                          

                          
“When I was little, my dad abused me. He was a drug addict and an alcoholic. When I was about, ten, he killed my mother, in front of me, and threw her in the basement. Everyday he would come at me, with a knife, and he would cut me. When I was about, twelve, he cut too deep. I never screamed, I never wanted to give in. But, that cut it was just too deep.  I screamed as loud as I could, for help. This made him… t-take out a gun. He told me to shut it, and if I didn’t he would shoot me. I agreed. I didn’t want to die, yet. First, I wanted revenge. I kept quiet, but minutes later, there were sirens out side of the house. A neighbor had heard and called the police. I was spilling blood everywhere, and my dad didn’t give a damn.” I chuckled, sadly. I looked up at Liam, tears streaking down his cheeks.
                          

                          
“Seph- I’m so sorr-” He started. I shook my head.
                          
“I’m not done.” I said, sadly. His face flashed with anger, then he looked mortified, and then pain and sadness. He nodded for me to continue. I took a deep breath.
                          

                          
“The police stormed in, and my father looked at me with complete rage. He asked me if I had called the police and I shook my head no. He started to call me horrible names and saying that I was lying. The police saw that he was armed and started to tell him to put the weapons down. He still, didn’t listen. He pointed the gun at me and said if they moved any closer, he would kill me. They, of course didn’t move closer, but they shot him. The first shot they missed, so my father, shot me. He was aiming for my heart, but it got in my arm, just barely. That is when I blacked out.” I sighed. 
                          

                          
He now had tears streaking down his face. He looked so hurt, lost, angry. Why did it always look like he was angry? He didn’t seem like an angry person. He seemed nice.  All the tabloids said he was nice. I gave him a sheepish smile and leaned up and hugged him. He hugged me back, saying he was sorry, and he should have been there multiple times. Just then, I was engulfed in a group of crying boys. I looked around me and all of the boys were hugging me, and tears were streaking down their cheeks. Were they spying on us? Whatever. I’m being hugged by One Direction. Wait. I’M BEING HUGGED BY ONE FREAKING DIRECTION! Must. Not. Fan-girl! The boys all calmed down and let me go. Louis and Harry were on the floor, leaning against my bed. Liam and Niall were next to me, and Zayn was at the end of the bed. All of their eyes were red, and puffy. Their cheeks were blotted and their eyelashes were stuck together, making them darker and pointy.
                          

                          
“H-how are you n-not crying at y-your own hor-rrible story?” Harry asked, hiccupping a bit, still trying to calm down.
                          
“I’ve cried enough, I guess.” I shrugged, “But it still hurts, on the inside.” I said shyly. Just then, there was a banging downstairs.
                          

                          
“OPEN UP, IT’S THE POLICE!”
                          
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Sorry for the short chapter! And the cliff hanger, if it worked......
                          
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Littlemissangel101