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?


35. I can't tell you

Brent's POV

"Why can't I be discharged earlier?" I asked, my voice pleading. I've been in this place for days and if someone brings me another try full of plastic hospital food, which in my opinion needs more salt, i'm going to slap everybody in this damn place. My dad's face hasn't changed since he got in. Maybe calling him in at six thirty in the morning was not a good idea. "Listen, Brent, stop whining like a child. Get a straw and suck it up." The smug look on his said it all: I wasn't getting out any earlier than the original date intended. "You suck." I sighed and lay back on to the stiff bed. "I'm going to go crazy," I opened one eye and looked up at my dad, "You don't a crazy kid, do you?" I kept prying. I hope he'll break soon enough. "I'll take what I can get." I grunted and threw him the pillow I was clutching in my hand. I heard squeaks on the tile floor; it was Jailene. I smiled to myself, "Might want to move away from the door." I warned as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. He moved from the door, giving me a puzzling look. The door swung open as Jailene came in. Dad shot a look in my direction, "How..." I laughed, "She's ruthless. I told you to move, good thing, right?" Jailene handed him a cup, coffee I assume, and sat down in the chair. Sorry was all she managed to say. Her eyes were distant; I could tell she was thinking about something. "All right, dad," I shooed him away with my hand, "You can leave now." He shook his head and clicked his tongue, "You little brat. Jailene, watch him for me will you, sweetie?" I made a face directly at his back. There was a forced smile on her lips and face, "Of course, Jordan." Somethings wrong. Again

I sit there nervously, biting down on my lower lip. We had the tv on and I couldn't help glancing over at Jailene. The side of her face brought back memories. I always used to look at her during class, ever since grade school. Lunch was the only time of the day that I could stare at her without her noticing anything. "What are you looking at?" I blinked and smiled as her eyes peered in to mine. "Nothing. What are you staring at?" I shrugged and smiled. "I was looking at anything either." This isn't like her. I can tell when something's wrong. Her face tells me that there's something she's dying to say, but she won't tell a soul. I grabbed the remote that's attached to the bed and turn off the tv. "Alright," I say, staring straight ahead of me. "Tell me what's going on?" It sounded more like a question then a statement. 

Niall's POV 

"Can you stop?" I laughed as Liam was mocking me by imitating Jailene. It might have been a bad idea to admit to myself that I liked Jailene in front of Liam. Louis walked in the kitchen, his arms up. "I heard!" He bellowed as he look straight at me. A very bad idea it was. I groan as I put my head in my hands. "You told them?" I mumbled. I imagined Liam nodding his head with a smirk on his lips. "Of course. I had to. One of these lover boys might have taken her away." Boy is he right on that one. "Yeah, like that one boy she was with." Louis butt in. The first thought that came into my head was: What about 'that boy'? He has her right under his thumb, that still doesn't over rule the fact that he might actually be a bad person. Although, he did seem like a nice guy when I met him. "We heard!" Harry bellowed as Zayn and him walked in to the room. "What's this I hear about Niall's crush?" They all had smirks on their faces. "Don't make me wipe those smirks off your faces." I grinned at them. 

Jailene's POV 

I bit the inside of my cheek while Brent stared at the screen. You could actually feel the tension. "Why won't you tell me?" He sighed. I looked over at him, his gaze unchanged. Which I think is a good thing. If he looked at me I think my anger would boil over. "There's nothing to tell." I responded. Suddenly the tv stopped and there was a hand on my shoulder. It all happened so fast I didn't even know when his hand found my shoulder. "You can't say that!" His voice was loud and sharp it rang in my ears. I flinched; my body was overcome with chills running down my spine. "You don't have any reason to be angry." I retorted. I clenched my fists and got up. I could feel the anger boiling inside. Just like you have no reason to lie anymore, I thought to myself. "What did you and Megan have?" I asked. My voice wasn't trembling like I was thinking it would. His eyes opened wide and he stared at me. "You have to underst-" "I don't have to understand anything," I cut him off mid-sentence. "Just answer my question." His features grew hard as I opened and unopened my fists. "She was..." His voice trailed off as he looked at the ground. "She," Brent sighed and ran a hand through his tangled hair. I could feel my throat clenching. "Why does Mike have Megan's little bear?" The tears were unstoppable; my vision blurred. "He said that you said..." I couldn't continue. I look pathetic. I didn't want to look at him anymore. I grabbed my bag and made a run for it. I was expecting Brent to yell after me, but he didn't. Once I was in the parking lot I wiped my tears and leaned against a lamppost. I need to go home. I just want to curl up in bed and forget any of this ever happened. I dialed the first person on my recent call list. "Hello?" His voice rang out. I didn't answer, rather I couldn't. I was choking on my sobs. "Jailene, what's wrong?" "Can you just pick me up?" I said quickly before I choked up. "I'm on my way. Don't move." Niall responded quickly. 

I sat by the building and had my head buried in my knees. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my head shot up. The tears hadn't stopped and just went quicker when my eyes met Niall's. I sniffed and tried to fight them back. "Let's go." He said while offering his hand. I nodded and grabbed his hand. We walked back to his car and he stayed quiet. He wasn't asking me anything and that felt nice. Although, I do think he wants me to tell him myself. But I can't. I can't force the words out of my mouth. I just want to go home. The whole way home was quiet and I liked it. When we got to the house I just went in. I didn't say hi or I'm back, I just went straight upstairs to my room. The door opened as I lay on the bed my back facing him. The bed sunk down as Niall sat down. It just had to be him. I felt arms wrap around me; my eyes widened. "You don't have to say anything." That voice. It was Niall, I was right. I nodded and I felt the arms tighten. I let him stay like that because well... I don't know why. It just felt right. We don't need to communicate to be able to feel comfortable. We just need to know that we're there. 

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