Emma is a 17 year old girl who just moved to London. She hates it there, no one is talking to her. Her mum always supports her, but her dad.... well he's not so supportive. Her dad have been abusing her and her mom for seven years now, they thaught moving to London would change things but it haven't changed at all. Her life is a big mess until one day she meets a certain celebrity.


17. Don't call him my dad

Emma's P.O.V

Why did this happen? I ran away from Niall to keep him safe. But all I had done was to walk straight into Dave's trap. And now he got Niall too. Could it get any worse? I suddently heard the door open. My head shot up. In came a fit man with brown hair, stubble on his chin and dark eyes. I immediately reconised him. It was my uncle, Merle. He had a chair with him. I've never really liked Merle, it was somethin sinister about him. Those dark eyes, the same coulor as Dave's. That's how you could tell that they were brothers. I couldn't see any similarities otherwise. Merle was fit, in good shape, Dave was fatter than him. Merle actally could look handsome in a womans eyes. I never saw him like that. Just like scary uncle Merle. I couldn't understand how Dave ever got togehter with my mom. She was way out of his lead. Merle never really came for holidays and stuff. But I knew that him and Dave had held contact, they were close. He grinned at me. "Hey baby girl." He said. I've always hated that nickname. Baby girl. It felt like something a rapist would say to one of his victims. Maybe he was a rapist, I didn't know. I just looked at what he had over his shoulder. A person, a boy. I saw a blond quiff. It was Niall. I stared at him. Merle put the chair down opposite me. He looked at me and then at Niall. "Oh yeah I brought your boyfriend." "Why are you doing this? You know it's wrong." I said. I looked at Niall. He was kicking his legs as much as he could. Shaking his legs, head and arms. Merle just laughed at him. "Me and your dad..." I shivered, I hate it when people call him my dad. Maybe he was my father, but he could never be my dad. "... we're brothers, brothers stick up for eachother." He put Niall down on the chair. I looked at him. He had dry blood on his forehead and cheek. Sarcastically enough we matched. I had blood all over the left side of my face. I stared into his deep blue eyes. I couldn't lose him. I know that when he said I love you before he meant as a friend, but when I said it, it meant so much more. I couldn't lose the boy that I loved. Merle picked up a rope he had carried with him. He tied Niall to the chair. Niall glared at him as Merle sat infront of him. He grabbed Niall's duct tape and tore it of. He made a weird face. I knew that it had hurt, it hurts more than you think, you can feel every single hair beeing ripped out of your skin. Niall kept silent. Merle chuckled and stood up. "Have fun." He said before closing the door, leaving us to talk. I couldn't help to think that this was the last time I would ever see Niall.I hadn't told him how I felt, before I died, I had to. A tear streamed down my cheek. Unbelieveble that I'd held them in until now. But watching Niall, helpless, waiting for his death. It was sad, and just cruel. I saw a tear streaming down his cheek aswell. He chuckled. This wasn't the time to laugh, it really wasn't. "What happened to you?" He said and looked up at my head. "Uhmm.. I fell...." "You fell? From your chair?" He laughed. "Hey! I was just trying to brake loose. The chair fell and I hit my head. What happened to you?" I couldn't believe we had a normal conversation, due to the circumstances. But I enjoyed it, It was a nice way to finish your life, with the boy you loved. "Merle hit me..." "Oh no Niall, did he hurt you? I wish I could take you to the doctor." He lauged and smiled at me. "Emma I'm fine." He sighed and looked sad. "What's the matter?" I asked, concerned. "I just wish I could've done this differently, smoother." I wonder if he realised that he qouted a Twilight movie. "What do you mean?" I tilted my head ever so slightly. "Emma..."


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