My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*

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9. Mother

I don't usually talk about my mother. I don't usually think about what might be happening to her. Or what has happened. I keep her away from my mind so I don't give up my fight. Everytime I thought of her I would get a horrible lonely feeling and would feel like giving up. Today, I feel extremely defeated for no reason. I had a terrifying nightmare of her in her grave and me kissing Niall, not having a care in the world. I feel so guilty. I don't know why I can't see her, because she is in the hospital, proabaly the same one I am in. When my mother fell ill with a cancerous tumor in her left leg, my father was uncontrolable. He drank himself to the point of a hangover, he went out everynight, and left us alone in the house. I was doing well because I could take care of myself and Sasha, until one night he came home early with a stranger. He walked in the door just as I was making a sandwhich for myself and Sasha. I saw a chubby woman with a pig-nose and dark brown hair. I looked at her and she smiled, but I could tell it was fake. My father wore a nice dressy outfit and she wore a long red dress. Then, I saw the matching rings on their fingers and I knew they had just been married. I didn't even know my father was engaged to her. I knew he wore a ring, but I thought it was my mother's. He seemed happy that day so I just smiled back and continued to spread the mayonaise on the bread. They walked toward me hand-in-hand and smiled cheaply. My father suddenly got angry when the new woman whispered something in his ear. "Gianna you introduce yourself and respect your new mother!" I was so surprised, was he already trying to replace our mother? I turned around quick and screamed back, "She is not my mother even though you just got married. I haven't even met her before! But NO ONE can replace my mother, not even her! Punish me all you want but I already have a bad life anyway thanks to you!" But I should've been careful what I wished for because it got worse. My father stood back and folded his arms. I went past my "new mother" but when I tried to run away, She grabbed my hair and pulled me back. In a slight french accent, she spoke, "You treat me like your mother!" My father grabbed my arms and they both dragged me to the living room. I writhed in pain as my father twisted my arms at an unusual angle. I screamed and cried but when I saw the fireplace nearing, I nearly died on the spot. My father let go of my arms and I dropped to the floor. My elbows hit the dark hard-wood and the new lady yanked my foot towards the fire. I had started the fire for warmth since we didnt have heat during the winter because of money. As soon as my toes hit the fire, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "SASHA!!!!!!" she came stampeding down the stairs, her eyes wide. When she saw me with my foot in the fire place, she started to shake. I pleaded with my eyes for her to do something but the new lady said something first, "As long as you girls treat me like your mother, this won't happen! You treat me with respect as you would with your other mother! Now Sasha I have heard much about you, so go to your room and this won't happen." She obedientely climbed back up the stairs and I heard her door shut. I squeezed my eyes closed. "I am Mara and I am in charge." I looked up at her scared. My father went upstairs to talk to my obviously shaken sister. Mara just stared at me on the floor with a burnt foot. "You do not say anything about this or next time it will be your head. You must obey me for you are a demon's child. You were not born out of love, just a drunken couple having a "good time." You are not meant to be a normal child for you weren't born an innocent baby. Stay PIG!" She walked way and I cried harder every second. When I heard her footsteps start to pick up again, I winced in fear. As she rounded the corner, I spotted a long metal weapon. It was silver and I picked up the smell of meat. It was the knife I used to cut the meat I put on my sandwhich. "How do you like the meat now? Real children do not eat other living things!" She came over and brought her hand up to stab me. Then, before she made the deadly cut, I heard my sister's blood-curdling scream and the door slam shut. My father came running down the stairs, but it was too late. Mara had already cut my arm open and I laid there in my own pool of blood staring at the ceiling. I don't remember the rest but the next thing I knew, I was in a closet binded by ropes. My arm was bloody and my foot was completely gone. Now as I recall that horryifying memory, I tear apart at the seams. I pull my hair and try to suffocate myself by pushing my face into my pillow. I hear Niall get up from hs "bed." He sits down next to me in the dark. "Another bad dream?" I nod slowly and cry into his chest. Then I get a strong feeling. Who is Niall? Why did he save me? Why didn't he tell me who he is? I'm so close to him yet I still don't even know his last name. He gets up from the chair beside my bed, and turns the light on. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head because the less I think about it, the better I feel that I am safe now. He grabs the remote and turns on the television for the first time. The late-night-news is on. I check the clock underneath the TV set and see 12:24. I go to sleep early so that I can wake up as soon as the sun rises. Niall does the same. A new story entitled "One Direction..." But Niall turns off the TV really quickly. I look at him and wonder why he is acting so weird. He smiles, "We don't want to hear about stupid boy bands do we?" I nod in agreement and giggle. I push the sheets off my legs and get up. He gently pushes me back down but I refuse. I get up and he follows curiously. I sit on the couch and pat the seat next to me. He sits down and I lean onto his shoulder. He takes his iPhone out of his pocket and enters the passcode. He taps the Music folder and goes through what it seems to be his millions of songs. He comes to this one songs titled Moments. He taps it and turns the volume down a little. The headphone are plugged in so he puts one carefully in my ear as I push my messy hair away from my face. It plays while I listen and start to cry again. He kisses me on the cheek, "It reminds me of you" I tilt my head back because that has to be the cheesiest line I've ever heard. He pushes my arm and laughs with me knowing what he had just said. But as I really listen to the song and it's lyrics, I realize it sounds like my life. I lean back onto his shoulder and start to fall asleep to this song. But then another one plays and its pretty catchy, "I've tried playin' it cool, but when I'm lookin' at you, I can't ever be brave, cuz' you make my heart race..." My mood lifts up and I am happy once again. I have never felt so happy since I was 6 when I got a kitten for my birthday. That was so long ago I don't even remember what happened to the cat later on. I drift off into a blistful sleep on Niall's shoulder. I have dreams about where Niall came from and what may happen in the future. All I know is that I will be safe as long as I am here.

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