Scared [A Niall Horan Love Story

Storm is all alone. She has a abusive mother and no farther. Her mother beat her first child to death and she has one left. She is called Rose. She is 16 years old and goes to collage. Storm is 18 and works in a cafe. Their farther killed himself because of their mother. She is an alcoholic and abusive. but now who will look out for Storm and Rose?....


3. Dont Talk

Its Sunday the 20th of July. Mothers birthday. She isn't awake yet so myself and Rose are down stairs eating breakfast before mother wakes up. She got high last night so she was just completely knocked out on her bed. When she gets up that's when hell brakes lose. She'll say as she does every birthday ---- ''Oi its time for birthday bats'' I was interrupt in my thoughts to the sound of my drunken mother walking down the wooden stairs shouting. I quickly grabbed a plastic bag and poured the cereal in to it and handed it to Rose. She shoved it up her jumper and tucked in. I pushed her in to a corner and motioned for her to stay there until me and mother were out of the kitchen. She knew why of course but she didn't argue with me. She knew i wouldn't let her get hurt. Mother walked in to the kitchen with a joint already rolled. She gave me a disgusted look and walked over to me. Her hair was in its usual greasy tatty mess and her breath stank. She came up behind me and kicked me leg witch made me immediately fall to the ground. ''ONE '' she shouted at me. Next i felt her fist come in contact with my eye ''TWO'' she screamed in my ear She lifted my head up by my hair and slammed it down on the table. I could feel my eye starting to swell up from the hit. Mother repeatedly hit me 48 times (yes i was counting). After my beating she walked away to the other side of the table. I laid there on the floor for a few seconds i couldn't move. I was in shock, I no i shouldn't be but i was. This was my own mother hitting me. I was in so much pain

. This was my own mother hitting me. i mean why did she have children if she was just going to hurt us. Its sick. No its more than sick its vile no its every bad word in this god dam world. I stud up with every bone in my body cracking. i saw her looking at me with glassy eyes from the joint she just lit, I saw all the hate she had against me and disgust. After that moment of silence she began to speak with her slurred voice. ''Where's that ugly sister of yours?'' This was the perfect time to get Rose out of that cramped corner in the kitchen. I walked away in to the living room ignoring my mothers last question. I stud there in the living room looking at the mess it was covered in beer bottles, Needles, Drug packets, Smashed glass and every thing. It was a mess a horrible mess its disgraceful. i was interrupted my by disgust by my mother smashing stuff in the kitchen trying to get to me. She walked in to the living room all wobbly from the vile drug handing out of her mouth. Mother walked over to me and grabbed my hair and yanked me down. ''I SAID WHERE IS THAT UGLY SISTER OF YOURS?'' i shrugged my shoulders witch made me get a slap. I immediately clasped my cheek and stud up and pushed my Mother back. I couldn't believe i just pushed my mother back i have never stud up to her but every thing just built up inside of me and i lased out i regret every thing that i pushed her but it felt good but i immediately cowered in to a corner. I could see the shock and anger in her eyes she was raging she was goner kill me. As she walked over to me i saw she had a glass bottle in her hand she came up close to me and spat in to my ear ''the next time i ask you a question you answer to me bitch''. S he lifted up the glass and hit me over the head there was fear in my eyes but the my vision went blurry i could see black dots appearing then i blacked out.


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