Give Me Love

When Paige finally decides to run away from her abusive father, Paige runs into Niall. Niall decides to help Paige escape her father, and they run into him. Will Niall leave Paige to defend for herself? Will Niall stand by Paige? What happens to her father? Read to find out.


2. Horrible Memories

I ran until I reached the Whitegate train station. I had been running so hard for so long that it felt like my legs could give out from underneath me at any moment and I could barely breathe. I stood in line for the ticket stand for about five minutes. When it was finally my turn, I didn't even know where to go. I had to hurry so I chose the first place I saw. I had chosen Mullingar, Ireland. It was a few hours away from here so it was a good place to go. The ticket came out of the dispenser and I waited for the train. I couldn't stop shaking because I was scared that my father, Dan, would find me here and drag me back home just so he could hurt me even more. When the train finally arrived, I let out a breath that I didn't even realize that I was holding in. I was the first to step onto the train and I found an empty seat that was way in the back. I sat down and put my bag on the seat next to me. I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees up to my chest. I watched everyone who got onto the train, watching for Dan, just in case he may have followed me here. But he wasn't there. After everyone had boarded the train, the doors closed and the train started to move. I finally relaxed a little bit, knowing that I was safe. At least for a little while if he ever found me. After a few minutes had passed, I decided to just close my eyes. That's when the horrible memory came flooding back into my mind. *Flashback* I hung up the phone with tears brimming my eyes. I had just gotten a phone call about my mum being in the hospital. She was in a car crash. A hit and run. Some bastard hit my mum as she was crossing the street from book store she owned and was hit by an oncoming car. The car didn't even stop to help. They just kept going, like they didn't even know it happened. Like they didn't even care. I drove to the hospital as fast as I could. When I got there, doctors were rushing through the halls and all I could hear was my heart pounding in my chest. I asked the lady at the front desk about my mum and she just gave me a sad look and told me to have a seat in the waiting room. I waited for about an hour and a half just hoping that she would be ok. My father never even showed up to the hospital. I was staring at the ground until a pair of white shoes came into my sight. "Paige Brennan?" I looked up at a middle aged woman with short brown hair and green eyes. I stared up at her and nodded. She sighed and sat down in front of me. Based on the look she had on her face, I knew that it was going to be bad news. I started sobbing silently and she took my hand and whispered, "I'm so sorry." After she sat and listened to me cry for a few minutes, she stood up and left. I stayed there for a little while longer just crying. I finally got up and drove home. When I got home, my father was sitting on his ass taking another swig from his beer bottle and was watching wresting on the TV. "Where were you?" He asked angrily. "At the hospital. Why weren't you there?" I responded, wiping away some tears that slid down my cheeks. "Because I didn't want to be there! Your mother never loved me! Why should I have been there when she probably wouldn't even want me there?!" He stood up from his chair and yelled at me. I tried to back away from him now that he towered over me, but I just bumped into the door. He must have seen the fear in my eyes because then he started yelling at me even more. "What? Do you hate me now too? Huh?! You never loved me either, did you?!" Then he started hitting me while he yelled at me. He had never hit me before but I knew that he had hit my mum before she died. Now that she was gone, I was probably going to be the one that he took his anger out on. After he finished beating me, I ran up to my room and locked my door. I slowly walked over to my mirror, scared of what I was going to see. There were bruises all over my body and my lip was bleeding. I crawled into bed, not caring that I was still in my clothes from today, and cried myself to sleep wishing that my mum was there to comfort me. *End of flashback* I was glad when that horrible memory ended because it was so painful to think about. I was only 16 when my mum died. She was my best friend for my while life, and then one night, she was gone in an instant. I kept my eyes open so I wouldn't have to go through another painful memory. I stared out the window and watched as things passed by quickly, hoping that the time would go by just as fast.

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