My life has been filled with promises, promises that couldn't be kept.
Being abused caused me to stay mute..
But can he change that?


25. How could you.

Niall's POV 

My lower lip quivered, as I tried to put together what I had just seen. My heart sank, tears formed in my eyes, and a huge lump gathered in my throat. "She kissed him." was I can manage to say to the boys. It came out in a whisper, I was afraid my voice would crack if I said it any louder. Watching Jai and that boy kiss made me shiver. I bit my lip harshly as I watched them gaze into each others eyes. I gulped hard and looked at the ground, I didn't want to look at anyone right now. Especially not Jai. I felt a hand on my brush against my shoulder only to land on it, I jerked away making the leaves rustle. But the second I looked up I saw that they were already gone. I sprang up, and made my way to the gate, closing it behind me with all my force, hearing it rattle. I walked with my head down, rain dripping down. One question swirled around in my head, Why was she kissing him? She came on to him. She's the one who kissed him. I heard the boys whispering behind me. I stopped and turned to look at them, "If you're going to whisper, I suggest you learn how to first." I glared at them, then walked away. "Niall, you don't need to get aggressive." Liam said, as his feet made a splashing sound every time he got closer. "Aggressive? Who says im getting aggressive? I was just saying before you start whispering maybe you'd want to learn how first so I don't have to listen to the bullshit you have to say." I felt myself tense up. Never had I taken out my anger on the boys. But I couldn't stop myself. "Calm down, Niall. I know you're angry but-" Louis began saying. "Angry doesn't even describe how I'm feeling right now." I  snorted. "Listen just leave me alone. I don't need your help right now." I said shoving my hands in my pockets and walking away. I sighed breathing in the crisp air. She lied to me, saying she didn't like him. I believed her. "Ah!" I yelled, kicking a trash can by a lamppost. "How can she do this?" I yelled up at the sky. I kicked the puddles around me, not caring about the looks I was getting. There was a slushing sound every time I walked, it was annoying the crap out of me. The image of Jai and that... That boy kissing was imprinted on my brain. "Stop!" I yelled crouching down, buring my head into my hands. Forget it, nothing was going to happen, a voice kept saying. 

Jailene's POV 

I closed my eyes as I leaned against Brent's chest. He was playing with my hair, humming a song. But even on that moment, even in his arms,the boys kept popping into my head. Their probably happy, making music, and doing what they usually do. Louis probably in the pool yelling out random things. Liam's supervising him. Zayn's probably in his room texting Perrie. Harry's with Liam and Louis most definitely. And Niall? Eating, I don't have a doubt in the world. But why should I care? It's not like they care about me. I opened my eyes and felt a tear go down my cheek, smiling I wiped it off. They used to be the reason I would wake up in the morning with a smile planted on my face. The reason I did all the things I was afraid to do. Even if it was by chance that we met, I don't regret it at all. "What's wrong?" Brent asked, concern in his voice. I shook my head wiping my eyes the turning to him, smiling. He smiled back weakly, making my heart drop a little. He sat up, staring at me then facing down before sighing. "Jailene, I want you to know that I... I." He stuttered. I put a hand on his shoulder motioning with eyes for him to go on. "I really like you. I always have. I just wanted you to know that." He finished. A smile tugged on his plump lips. I smiled back, nodding my head, leaning it on his shoulder. It felt nice to be like this, with a person you like, just laying down your head without worrying for awkward, tense, air. Either way, it didn't matter what the boys were doing, by now they must have forgotten all about me. It's been two days, but I doubt they'd come for me, and if they were to come what's taking them so long? I exhaled making no noise as I did so, obviously. Brent played with my hair, putting his fingers in it, softly, and with so much care it was making me drift off slowly, up to the point where I couldn't keep my eyes open. "Don't worry, go to bed." He whispered softly, and with his permission I let my mind drift off. 

Brent's POV 

She was breathing softly, her head slipped past my shoulder to my chest. I ran a hand through her hair, carefully, wanting her to fall asleep, it give me more time to think. Her kisses were long, and beautiful, like she meant every bit of them. Her embraces were tight, like she didn't want to let go. Her eyes looked deep into mine, like she actually understood me. But if only she actually knew me. She would hate me, wouldn't be able to look at me, hug me, kiss me. I savored every moment of those kisses, I don't ever want to stop feeling her soft lips against mine. Suck it up, Brent. I need to stop know before it's to late. I need to, not that I want to, I need to. I carefully placed Jailene against the bed, and took a step back, "Please forgive me for this." I whispered as I kissed her forehead. As I walked to the door I looked back one last time, at the girl who I always wanted, and closed my eyes as I closed the door. I walked down the stairs quietly, "Where do you think you're going?" I cringed, looking back. "No where, sir." I sighed. "Good. Why do you look like that?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at me harshly. "No reason, sir." I responded trying to hold onto my fear. "Do you know why I picked you for this job?" He walked closer to me. "Because I knew you wouldn't fall for that 'thing', am I right?" At the word, 'thing' he raised his voice and make a sound with his tongue. I didn't dare look up at him, so I focused my sight on the wooden floor. "Don't make me regret this. Better yet, don't make yourself regret this." he slapped my back, coughing then laughing in a sick manner. I clenched my fists, as I grit my teeth together. Why would he want her to suffer so bad? He's her father, her mother, his wife, died, and this is how he treats the only person he has left? 

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