18. The hospital
I was ashamed, I felt dirty, but the doctor examined me. They took samples from Nialls sperm and they photographed my body. I felt disgusted with myself and I just wanted to die.
"Niall Horan, you say?" the policeman asked. I felt my last tears ran down my cheeks. I nodded. He didn't believe me? I saw at him that he didn't trust my words. I just wanted to die.
"And you were alone with your daughter? No witnesses?"
I shook my head. He sighed lightly and he wrote more on the notepad.
"Well, we'll see what the tests say that doctors have taken."
I lay down in bed. I just felt pain and I didn't talk to him.
Harry came. He ran into the room, he threw himself over me and he hugged me tightly. He cried and I heard that he had panicked.
"That bastard will fucking end up in jail after this!"
I couldn't bother me over that. Harry kissed me and then he looked at me closely.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there." he whispered. "Sorry I didn't think he was a threat to us."
I didn't respond to his comments. I lay down and I stared at the wall. What was there to say? No more than Harry trusted my word and everyone else felt that I got myself to blame.
"Okay, the samples show that it was Niall!" The officer looked at me and then at Harry. "We will take him in for questioning."
"He will refuse?"
The policeman smiled weakly.
"We have evidence enough to convict him. I promise you he wont hurt you again."
I closed my eyes. The hope was the last to leave a man, they said. I had no hope left and I didn't want to sing until I got proof that he went in.
"Contact your lawyer!" suggested the policeman. "And make sure he gets all the information prior to the trial."
I swallowed, and I closed my eyes. I felt Harry's hand stroking my hair and he showed that he was there for me.
"Honey, it's going to be fine. I'll resolve this and he's going into the prison."
I just nodded in response. Harry chose to continue to sit next to me and he practices to be so loving that he could be against me.
"It will be fine."
I opened my eyes and I looked at him. His green eyes were so sad, and I saw he had been crying. I saw that he suffered and I suffered with him. Everything was my fault.