What would you do if you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Run? That's what Lucy and Nina did. Running led them to One Direction. Now, becoming best friends with the boys is easy. Lovers, amazing. But when names get to the press on a trip to Italy,  everybody better run because stories will be told and horrors will be relived when someone shows their SCARS.


39. Chapter 38

(Nina's POV)


As I sat in the dark hallway leaning against the door frame that is..... or used to be my little sister, Anna's room. Tears streamed down my face. Where was Lucy? Was she hurt? Was she dead? Was she being raped? Are they torturing her? Is she crying out for me? Everything hurt. It was pouring rain outside and the thunder and lightning played with the shaky house around us. Niall and I were staying here until we could find her. My best friend. Even my mortal enemy at times. Lucy was gone. Gone like the wind. In this house. My house. I started to remember to my old memories. My childhood with my little sister Anna. The house that I grew up in. The house that me and Anna should have lived our lives in. Instead we stood in the corner like the scared littles girls that we were. The girls who were afraid to make one move and get murdered my my drunk of a father. The father who killed my mother. And my sister. But spared me so i could watch the pain in there eyes. So i could live every day without them. I walked to our studio. The built-in one that Lucy and I got summer jobs for. I couldn't think of losing her. I couldn't lose my sister and her! Not in our studio. The one we would dance in. Cry in. Everything. I walked to the stereo and I knew what exact song I needed. I put my phone into the plug-in and scrolled through the list until I found it. Blown Away. As the beat started I quickly opened the big doors that led outside. I felt one with the storm. It was my inspiration to dance. I walked to the middle of the floor and waited for her to sing. Then. I danced. 


''Dry lightning cracks across the sky. 

Those storm clouds gather in her eyes. 

Daddy was a mean ole mister. 

Mama was an angel in the ground. 

The weather man called for a twister. 

She prayed blow it down.''


I slammed my hands against the wall. I hated this house. I hated what was in this house. The memories. The beatings. The bruises. It made we want to scream. 


''There's not enough rain in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house.There's not enough wind in Oklahoma to rip the nails out of the past.''


This is where I lost my sense of reality and when the thunder cracked across the sky I went into the trance. 


''Shatter every window till its all blown away! Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away! Till there's nothing left standing. Nothing left of yesterday. Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away. Blown away....."


The thunder shook the house and one of the glass doors flew open and shattered. I kept dancing. The wind from the open door and the rain made my motivation grow stronger. 


"She heard those sirens screaming out. Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch. She locked herself in the cellar. Listened to the screaming of the wind. Some people called it taking shelter. She called it sweet revenge."


The anger side of me grew at the words. Sweet revenge.


"Shatter every window till its all blown away! Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away! Till there's nothing left standing. Nothing left of yesterday. Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away. Blown away....."


The lightning got quicker the thunder went louder and I slowly walked to the doors as the words rang in my ears. 


"There's not enough rain in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house. There's not enough wind in Oklahoma to rip the nails out of the past." 


As I walked out onto the wet cold grass with the rain falling on me I could still hear the music right in my ears. So. I kept dancing. 


"Shatter every window till its all blown away!" 


The window to my left shrieked as a giant stick from the tree hit it. It shattered. 


"Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away!" 


The second door flew open and shattered against the frame. 


"Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday."


I fell to my knees with the wind in my hair. 


"Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away."


Images of my drunken father. Hitting my sister and I flashed into my mind. 


"Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away. BLOWN AWAY!" 


The music ended and I fell to the ground with a thud. The wind was all around me. The loud thunder rang in my ears. It silenced the world around me. The lightning was fireworks in the sky. It was pouring. It was dangerous. But I loved it. I stood up and slowly turned back to the house. Both doors of glass were broken and swinging in the harsh wind. The one window by the kitchen had been shattered by the branch. Then I looked at his window. His old window. The one I would stare out as he beat me senseless as a child. I always prayed that one day. I would be looking in. Instead of looking out. That I could watch him suffer in his tiny cage like a rat. My finger instantly traced the small scar on my hip. The one I got when he stabbed me. I didn't let anyone see it. Not even Lucy knows of my past. Not this one at least. She knows of my adopted parents. Not my real ones. My adopted parents moved Into this house when they adopted me. Because all of my roots were here. That's when I met Lucy. But she doesn't know there is a difference between my biological parents and my adopted ones. She only knows about the ones I showed her. Tears and rain streamed down my face. I sobbed into my hands. Then I heard my name. 


"Nina?!" I heard Niall scream. 


I didn't look up. I heard footsteps behind me and then I was being lifted. Off the ground. Like a vulnerable child. I was carried into the bathroom. He sat me on the toilet and grabbed for my face. 


"Nina what the hell were you doing!? It was tornado weather out there and you just wanna go standing out there!?" He was so mad. But he had no clue. 


He grabbed my feet and the pain finally kicked in. Glass. Decorated my foot like glitter. Tiny shards all over it. Blood was dripping fast from both feet. I guess I hadn't felt it when I stepped in it earlier. I didn't look at Niall. I was afraid. He doctored up my feet and carried me into the bedroom. It was 3 am. He plopped me on the bed and looked at me. 


"Nina. What is going on with you?" He asked. 


I slowly looked up at him. I guess I was shaking from being wet because he put a blanket around me. 


"Nina. I know you are upset about Lucy being gone but I mean what's with the doors and the glass and you standing in the storm?" He asked. 


So I told him. Everything. About how my dad beat my mother and sister to death but left me so I could live with the pain. About how he had tried running me over with his car. How I was adopted. How I met Lucy. Everything. When I was done a single, tiny tear slid down his face. He grabbed me into a hug. 


"Oh my god. I'm so sorry you had to deal with that baby." He whispered into my ear. I sighed. And relaxed. The pain in my feet and my head was throbbing. I felt Niall's cool hands wrap around my waste before I let the pain and sadness wash over me. The world went black. But the only thing keeping me hear in this moment was Niall's hands. Which didn't leave my waist the entire night.

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