Hell Is My New Home *Trying To Escape Sequel*

It’s been two months since Riley made her choice. Anna is still hanging around, only for Riley though. Riley is trying to convince her to go home, to be with her family and Tristan. Things are still basically the same, except Lou and Riley have talked. They -mostly Riley- don't want to strangle each other in their sleep. Still, their not on good terms. There's some stuff Lou isn't telling her, though. Zayn is oblivious to Riley's relationship with Liam, but Riley likes it that way. She's scared if Zayn finds out he'll hurt Liam. Not that she thinks he can't look after himself, it's just that Zayn is considerably bigger than him, and they've been down that road before. She's afraid this time she won't be able to intervene, and he'll get seriously hurt. Riley's not ready to take that risk. Liam's the only one there for her. Also, Riley isn't exactly 'comfortable' letting Christopher grow up with the lads. But she can't live without Liam, so she stays. **READ TRYING TO ESCAPE FIRST**


4. Do It Now, Remember It Later -Sleeping With Sirens



    A blood cudling scream. A crash. Then, silence. Not just any scream, though. Christopher's scream. Involuntarily, I sprang from my bed and sprinted downstairs; ready beat the fuck out of whoever caused it.


    Upon arriving downstairs, I saw all the boys standing around innocently. To innocently. The only two people who looked like they had a sense in the world were Zayn and Liam. The others looked guilty. Actually, everyone looked guilty. Trying to mask that guilt with innocence. "Where the fuck is my son?! What the fuck happened?! And who the fuck did it?!" My scream pierced the room. The anger pulsing through my veins was enough to drown out any emotion. The fire swimming through my body was enough to burn the whole city of Manhattan. All my feeeling towards Liam? Gone. Just like that. Even the smallest ounce of respect I've ever had for any other boys? Gone. Almost instantly. You wouldn't understand it. Not until you have your own kid. The unwritten rule of raising a child: your kid ALWAYS comes first. When anything happens; everyones a culprit. Even the people you trust the most.


    A new emotion was thrown into the mix. Regret, maybe? Yes, regret. Regret for putting my child in the hand of these assholes. Trusting them was the biggest mistake I've ever made. Staying here was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I just thought I couldn't live witout Liam. Now, my son's nowhere to be seen. Regret for not running when I had the chance. I would have Anna and possibly Tristain to help me with Christopher. And now, for the first time since I was what thirteen? Fouteen? Either way, for the first time in a while I decide to trust someone other than myself, and it leads to the person I love the most; getting hurt. I just can't do this. I regret not running. I regret letting Christopher live here. Grow up here. Even if it was for only two and a half months of his life. I just thought, maybe they HAD changed. I thought once. Just once, I would give someone a second chance. And the old Riley never gave out second chances. Why the hell do you think I was ready to kill when I saw Louis? Or Zayn raped me? Or when Harry raped me? Or when Niall and Harry raped Anna? They got a 'second chance' because I started to trust them. Something I never should've done. Yes, of course I love Liam, but if he was involved in any of this I'll walk right out on his sorry ass, never looking back. Harsh? Maybe. But I can't keep doing this; letting me and the people I love get hurt because of something I want. I rather be a single mom than a bad mom, no doubt.


    My anger was growing to an all time high. "I said 'where the fuck is my son, what the fuck happened, and who the fuck did it'! And I want answers NOW!" My patience withering away like the last few grains of sand in an hourglass. Their innocent expressions, melted into terrified ones.


    "Hey, hey. Calm down doll. He's fine. We were all playing with him. Then, he started to cry, so Harry picked him up and started lightly bouncing him to calm him down. He's asleep now, though, so stop yelling." Zayn said calmly.


    "Then, what was the loud crash about?" Guilt washed over... Liam's face?


    Zayn opened his mouth to speak, yet again. "Oh, well, Liam was playing with Christopher's toy spaceship with him, and he dropped it, right on Christopher." A smug look setlled on Zayn's face. Somehow, this didn't bother me. The love of my life entertaining my son, and well, everybody makes mistakes, right?


    What the hell, Riley?! You're gonna forgive him?! Just like that?! -Yep. Now, shut the fuck up brain.


    Liam looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to forgive him. Without my consent, my mouth flew open, and the words I was going to say anyway, ran out unauthorized. "Okay," Zayn gave me a questioning look almost as if he was waiting for me to go over there and beat the shit out of Liam. The average person might even call it dissapointment. "I forgive you. No harm no fowl. If he's alright, then what happened before doesn't matter." Zayn's mouth dropped open, and he was getting ready to say something, when he it closed again. "But that doesn't answer all my questions. Where is he?"


    "Right here..." Harry said, pointing to the couch. How did I miss that? He was right in front of my face the whole fucking time!


    I nodded, and pointed towards Liam, motioning for him to come with me. Zayn sent a smirk his way, probably expecting him to be covered in bruises the next time he sees him. Right after I grabbed Christopher we started up the stairs.




I'm sorry for the short chapter. Forgive me? Okay good.

~Charlotte x

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