On the surface
Niam has no one, except the memories of her dead parents. On the surface she seems fine. hardworking, friendly. but she's not. she's upset with herself. And lonely. She needs someone who will look into her soul and save what she has left. Teen rating for darkness...
This was exceptionally easy to write. So lots of updates i hope. This is before Bella comes on the scene (and no, Edward is not going to get off with Niam) and before the Cullen's go to Forks.
12. Chapter 12
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I stirred. I was in a bed. I could feel the sheets around me. Somewhere beside my head a voice muttered "Your awake at last!" I could see a dim figure leave the room. Then two new figures appeared. A cool hand found mine.
"Jasper?" I managed to say.
"Yes Niam. I'm here. You're in my house. You're going to be okay; my dad's a doctor"
"That's what we're hoping you could tell us!" said a musical voice from my other side. I jumped. I'd forgotten we weren't alone.
"Niam, this is my father, Carlisle Cullen"
"So, can you remember anything at all?" Carlisle asked.
"Yes" I closed my eyes and felt a single tear fall down my face.
"Can you tell us Niam? It would help" Jasper said, gently.
"Who's Lance?" asked Carlisle. Oh God I remembered everything. Lance, shouting in a drunken rage. Lance, burning Jasper's book in the fire. Lance, hitting me with the coffee table. Lance, showing no mercy even when I begged and my tears turned red from blood.
"Her adopted brother. She and her brother and two sisters are adopted. This is the couple's son she's talking about" I forgot I'd told Jasper everything before. Oh god, don't tell them. Please. He squeezed my hand reassuringly.
"What did he do to you Niam?" asked Carlisle.
"He...he was drunk" I started. I remembered.
He'd called me downstairs.
"Niam! Get down here!"
He was holding the book Jasper had given me and the note.
"You SLUT! YOU BELONG TO ME! HOW DARE YOU DATE SOMEONE ELSE?"
He shook the note in my face.
"I'm not dating him!" I'd told him.
I'd told him but he hadn't believe me.
"FUCKING LIAR! SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU WHORE!" he'd yelled until I couldn't stand it.
I spoke up.
"Shut up!" I shouted.
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO SHUT UP YOU FUCKING COW! YOU ARE MINE!"
"Well, I think lover boy's gift would make good fire wood!"
He was smiling when he tossed the book into the fireplace. I screamed. I screamed so loud but no one heard me.
"Stop it!" I'd tried to grab the book but the fire was too big and strong.
I shouted at Lance. His stopped smiling. Then he slapped me.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU SHOULD BURN LIKE YOUR BOOK!"
He'd grabbed me. He held me close to the flames, so I could feel their heat. I thought he was going to burn me to death. He didn't. he threw me down. It hurt. I cried out in pain. He‘d hit me with the coffee table. And he'd yelled at me, called me names as he beat the life from me.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING SLAG AND NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU! YOU'RE A WHORE AND A FUCKING LIAR!"
He beat me until I was bleeding. I was barely clinging to life. I begged him to stop. He showed no mercy and beat me harder. I remembered. He'd kicked me. Left me, bleeding on the floor. Dying. He didn't care. He wouldn't care.
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