Stole My Heart

The pain I felt that day I ran away still pondered my mind. Did I make the right decision? Did I have to leave to make sure Niall was mine? He promised never to let her take him. So why didn't I believe him?
The pain I felt lying on the park bench. In the cold. Feeling unwanted, unloved and lonely. Why didn't I go home?
So many questions were needing to be answered, but I couldn't answer them. They were questions to stay unanswered. For I didn't have an answer. I was so confused of all the past events. Meeting Niall had led me to a life of pain and misery. And look where we are now. In a room full of pain and misery!

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39. "Heard the news?"

"Harriet" I heard a whisper from outside my bedroom door as someone knocked.

"What" I mumbled into my pillow before hearing my door open. I sat up mascara marks left on the pillow.

"Come 'ere" My mum raced forward and sat on the edge of my bed. She wrapped her arm over my shoulder and I leant my head on her shoulder tears still falling freely.

"W-why would you let him back here" I sobbed and I heard her sigh. "Look darling-" She began but I didn't want to hear it.

"I couldn't stand the state you were in last time" I admitting feeling her soft hands rub my back.

"When you love someone, you love them" She sighed and I sat back up looking at her face. She didn't look in love. I could tell she was lying to me. She was lying to herself.

"Love them!?" I exclaimed standing up rushing a hand threw my hair.

"After everything he's put you threw!" I yelled releasing my anger that I had stored inside me ever since the day he had left. I remembered my mums cold and pale face the day he left. The bruises that covered her face and body. She was so weak and has never been the same. So protective over me and boys. I wish he had never stepped into our life I wanted to punch him in the face and pin him up against a wall until I found a way to put him threw the same misery.

"I don't want him as my dad" I mumbled under my breath reaching for the photo frame that stood on my bedside table. I held it firmly in my hands and studied it. I was only 10 when my dad left my mum. They seemed so happy at first. Going on dates together. Holding hands. Sharing quick glances. Everything you'd expect. And suddenly mum seemed so quiet. I tried to get her to talk to me, but she never mentioned a thing. She just said she was tired and that nothing was bothering her when It was obviously was. She wasn't the same old happy, loving mother I once had. And she still isn't. I hated my father. I wanted him dead! I snapped back into reality and chucked the photo frame of us as a family. Me, Amy, my mum and my dad. It smashed against the wall on the other side of the room, shattering into a million pieces like my life did that day I found out he was abusive. 

"Harry" I heard my mum whisper as I turned to look at her. Tears were streaming down her face as she starred at where my photo frame once lay.

"Can't you just accept that I'm happy" My fist clenched at her choice of words. Why did she even WANT him!? He was an unworthy, sick, evil man who had ruined our lives forever. 

"NO MUM I CAN'T!" I screamed and ran towards the partially open door. I shoved it open fully and bulged downstairs.

"Harriet?" I pushed past Harry was was leant against the living room door frame. It was widely open and full of people. My nan and granddad on the sofa next to my 10 year old cousin Joe. My auntie and uncle crouched on the floor rocking my other cousin Sophie to sleep as she was only 3. My dad sat in the corner on the other sofa. No body seemed to acknowledge him. 

I ran past them and into the kitchen before being stopped by Amy. I ran into her and stopped in my tracks.

"What do you want" I spat holding back my tears.

"Heard the news?" She smirked placing her hand firmly on her hip. 

"This is nothing to joke about Amy!" 

"Oh I guess you haven't heard the even better news" She laughed. By even better I new she meant worse. 

"What?" I asked threw gritted teeth. She pulled out her phone and rubbed her finger back and forth on the glass screen. Before smiling proudly. What the fuck was it! She turned her phone around to face me and my jaw dropped open. My vision went blurry as my eyes filled with water. There she stood arm around my boy. Lips pressed against his covering her evil smirk. 

 

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