Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?

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20. The Truth

I stayed in the kitchen, not really wanting to intrude or anything. But when I finally decided to look what was going on, there was no yelling anymore. I tiptoed out into the TV-room again, listening my way into all of the narrow halls, trying to find the room where the boys were.

"I just can't believe you! Are you with her because you are sorry, or are you with her because you need to think of something else than them?!" Louis said, quiet loudly. 

"NONE! Louis, Bug out of this, it's none of your effing business!" Harry said, his voice in tears. I looked in through the crack of the door, and Niall and Liam was holding Louis' arms, keeping him from going at Harry. Zayn was standing in front of Harry, trying to make him calm down.

"This is he most stupid thing you have EVER DONE! EVEN KILLING THEM WAS BETTER!" Louis Yelled, as he pulled free from Niall and Liam's grasps. They rushed to Harry's side, waiting for Louis to jump.

"Louis, you don't want this!" Liam said, trying to calm him down. Louis shook his head and walked past the whole gang, straight towards the door, towards me. I rushed out, and sat down on a couch, trying not to cry. Killed WHO? Felt sorry? Why was Harry even at my parents funeral that day? What recent events? It all made sense. I heard a door slam, as Louis had left the building. Niall and Zayn came out into the room where I was sitting.

"OH, Mary, I forgot you were here..." Niall said, as they sat down next to me.

"Call me Jane. My mother's name was Mary." I said, as I felt my voice shaking. I took a deep breath, and stood up.

"I'm going to get going. I'll see you... some other time. Tell Harry he doesn't need to call me. I'm not really into it anymore." I said, as I crossed the room to the hall and took my hoodie.

"Wait, Jane!" Zayn said, as I walked out the door, into the London-streets, the tears streaming down my face, and my heart broken. Like Kylie said it would be.

 

"There I was again, in the bathroom, with my razor, an empty bottle of vodka lying on the floor next to me, pills on the floor, and my body shaking like never before. Who knew you could be so broken, even after what I've been through. Thought I would've toughened up by now. Guess not."

 

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