30. The truth
Niall woke me up in the morning and set me free from the bed.
"I have spread breakfast." he got up and left me quickly. I felt my arms ached and I felt so small. Why did I get always in the same bed? I wondered if I should do so that I was lying on the couch instead. Still, I was hungry and I chose to wander off to the kitchen. I sat naked at the kitchen table and avoided Niall. I ate the food and then left him, then I showered and sat down on the sofa.
Right as it was Niall came up to me. He held a dress in his hand and gave it to me.
"It was the surprise when you ran away." he mumbled uncertainly. I took it because I had no choice. I didn't thank him, but put on the dress quickly.
"It suits you." he mumbled on and then disappeared off to the computer.
I sat and thought about the next attempt to get away. I didn't want to stay there for long and I wondered so fervently if I could get Niall to let me go? Maybe he had a good side far in there and that I could convince him to let me go free?
"Your parents are looking for you." Niall mumbled and I balked. I looked at his back that he didn't like that fact.
"Let them look!" I got out of me. "They will of course not find your barn, but it's better than writing lies to them."
Niall looked quickly at me.
"So you love them?"
"Sure I love my parents? It's thanks to them that I was born and is the way I am."
Niall looked at me again and this time it was some differences in his eyes. I don't know if it was because he suffered or because he was curious.
"But you said you hated them?"
"Niall you always hate one's own parents all the times, but that doesn't mean that I don't love them. I didn't liked them when they didn't allow me to do certain things, but that's what parents are here for. They do so that we choose the right path in life."
Niall just stared at me. I wondered if he understood what I meant? He seemed not at all agree.
"I hated my parents." he said honestly. "I hated them because they wouldn't let me be me. They forced me to become a person I hated."
He had a deep! Niall had reason to be who he was.
"What did they do?"
Niall looked down at his hands and I saw that he hesitated.
"My dad loved little boys," he whispered and directly did I know what he meant. "He came in to me .... he touched me."