17 Year old Ashley hasn't ever had a childhood. She spent most of it taking care of her little sister, Amelia. Before that, her and her sister were abused by her step dad when their mother died. Now that Ashley's in school, she's had a unwanted, sexual abuser. She doesn't know his name, his age, his reasons for hurting her like he has been. All she knows is if she tells anyone, or if she doesn't do exactly what he tells her too. He'd kill her. Her whole life she's only felt harm, hate and beatings from the male species, that is until Niall. No male has ever been so gentle with her. She gets caught up in what she thinks is her trying to protect and take care of her little sister that she forgets to take care of herself. Can Niall help her with all this damage she's been forced to live through? Or will she shut him out like everyone else in her life.


28. Chapter 28

Amelia's POV:

"AMELIA!" Ashley ran up to my, eyes red, hands cold, body shaky. This can't be good. "Ashley what happen?!" I jumped. "Is everything alright?" Jackson added. "C-C-Come sit down..." Me and Jackson shared a worried look. "I don't know how to tell you this..." Ash started as we sat around the living room. "Amelia... D-Do you remember... Um... E-Er-Eric?" She shivered at the name. "M-My dad..." I breathed. She nodded. "Well... W-We were watching the n-news and-" She choked. "Do you guys know that little shop at the end of the road?" Niall asked. Jackson nodded. "Yea, my dad loves that place." Jackson said. Niall looked at Ashley. "W-Well... There was a shooting there t-today... J-Jackson your um.... Your dad, Jeff, w-was in the store when it happen." Jackson squeezed my hand and jumped to his feet. "Is he alright?! What happen?! Where is he?! Niall?! I-Is he okay?!" Jackson screeched as he tried holding back the tear forming in his eye. "Yes! Yes, Jackson! Y-Your dad will be fine... H-He um, He got shot in the foot... He's in the hospital now but he will be fine." "I need to see him! We have to go! Please, Ashley, drive me to see our dad?" He desperately pleaded. Wow. That's the first time he's ever said 'Our dad' to Ashley. "Wait...." I started. "W-What does this all have to do with Eric?" I asked, completely scared of the answer. "That's the thing, babe." Ashley moved from one couch to the other. She grasped my hand and squeezed it tightly. "E-Eric was the s-shooter..." I shook my head in disbelief. "N-No. No. H-He only hurt us.... N-Not other people. He was good to other people, Ashley... This can't-" I cried into her shoulder. "I know.... But- Amelia. Just listen to me." She tried to calm me down as I knew there was more that needed to be said. "Three people died, two people were just shot at, and the rest got away clean. But... Eric.... He um...." She couldn't get it out. "He killed himself.... A-A-After the shooting..." The tears were getting worse. I hated to cry in front of people but- I couldn't hold it in any longer. I balled. Not knowing what to think, say, or do, I ran to Niall and hugged him as hard as I could. He wrapped his giant arms around me as a tear fell from his eye too. He hated to see people cry. "Sh... You're gonna be fine, A. Breathe babe.... Sh...." He whispered. Even though my father was a horrible man. He was still my dad. He used to carry me from the couch to my bed, he used to sing me lullabies, he even kissed me goodnight. That was always my favorite part. When he left, he didn't care about me. Not one bit, but I cared for him. A lot, and that kills me everyday of my life. "Amelia." Niall whispered. I didn't say anything. He came down to his knees and grabbed my small hand in his big ones. "Amelia... Everything's going to be fine. You've gone how many years without him? You don't need him Amelia... You have me, and you have Ashley. Hell, you even have Jackson." I brought a short, small smile to my lips. "'Ata girl..." He brushed my face. "Would you like to come to the hospital with us?" Niall asked. I nodded. "Are you sure?" He asked again. "Y-Ye-Yea." I stuttered.


"It's so thoughtful for you guys to come visit." Jeff greeted us, Mark by his side, family surrounding him. "Oh, It was no problem at all... How's your foot?" Ashley pulled herself together. "Good, good. Painful but still good. Man, y'all should've seen this guy. He was crazy, insane, reckless and stupid. The strange thing is afterwards, his shot himself... Who would do that? I mean, seriously?" "Um- Dad..." Jackson tried stopping him. "No, just listen. His height was maybe 8-9 feet tall, but thats nothing compared to the deadly look he held in his eyes. It was painful just to-" "Excuse me..." I whispered, flooding out of the room, tears poring down my face and sobbing once in a while. "Amelia!!" Jackson hollered for me. "Amelia wait!!" He got closer, grasping my wrist and pulling me towards his chest. I sat there and cried, and cried, and cried. "It's not my fault!!" I screamed into his arms. "It's not, A... It's not." "STOP CALLING ME THAT!" I screamed at him. His look was terrifying me. His mouth; open. His eyes; wide. His face; despite in me. "J-J-Jackson I didn't-" "Forget it..." He started to walk away. I began to cry again. "Jackson!!" I shouted. "I don't wanna help you if you don't wanna be helped!" He shouted back at me as he continued to walk down the abandon hallway. I slid my body down the cold, hard, hospital wall. "I'm a piece of shit." I murmured to myself.



"A piece of fucking shit."

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