One Way Or Another: Finding Niall Horan

Chapter 8- "Worlds Apart" (Part 2 & 3)

"It's not that we are extremely wealthy as you can see we live pretty decent, nothing to showy or out there, Dad has been smart, he knows how to make investments, he owns a lot of apartment complexes all over New York, some are completely his, and in others he is co-owner. But compared to the life Evelyn lived, everything my dad offered was lavish, but soon after their marriage it wasn't enough for her anymore,Evelyn wanted more. My dad did love her a lot, and he would try to make her happy while trying to keep me safe."

She was hugging her knees kind of rocking back and forth. You looked at her and she looked so happy, so alive that you would have never guessed she had this huge shadow trailer behind her.

"The week of my birthday" she continued "She looked distant. The last time I saw her was the day before my birthday; it was November 6th a Thursday to be exact;
I came from school dad was home to pick up some stuff before he had to leave again for work, I sat on the kitchen eating a sandwich talking to Dad about my day and she came in the Kitchen all quietly, and she was leaning against the counter and she just stood there, looking at us, then without a warning came up to my dad gave him a kiss on the lips, placed a tender kiss on my forehead and she walked off upstairs.
Dad and I just looked at each other like 'what the hell was that', he left not to long after and I went to my room I was so sleepy I took a nap. Next thing I woke up to my dad trying to wake me, he was crying, he had a piece of paper in his hands, it was Evelyn telling us that she couldn't do it anymore, she hated her life, that she couldn't stand it any longer so she was taking off, she took her stuff, all of it. Dad was so broken and I hurt so bad, I felt it was all my fault." Her eyes got watery and I just held her hand.

"Did you ever hear back from her" I asked her.

"Yeah" she said taking a deep breath calming her self "A week later we got a letter from a lawyer stating that she had filed for divorce, Dad gave it to her, to please her. Evelyn took half of everything dad had, but she gave him full custody of me, she said she didn't want a burden in her life. Two months after that we moved here, dad had a brother who lived here, and we've been here since, just him and I holding each other strong.
Then not even 5 months after we heard through people that Evelyn wasted all the money from the divorce on drinks, on stuff that only tore her down more and she was with out a dime, friendless, going around in homeless shelter, but that was the last I've heard, I was still 16, I turn 18 next month so it's been a while now. Nobody else knows this, not even the school, its not their business, that's why I can pull of calling saying I am her."

She looked down and smiled "You know, Dad says I look just like her, and he says that he wouldn't want it any other way, he says that if given the choice he would have married her again, just because he would already know that despite all the hurt he had me to look forward too, he says I got her looks, her charm, but other than that I am her opposite." That made me wonder if Mom regretted having me. Or if she would have done it all over again.

We just sat there, in silence letting it all sink in. I looked at El and started talking "I don't think I ever met my dad, see he walked away as soon as he found out Mom was pregnant..." and just like that I told her my whole story, she was very attentive the whole time.

She didn't have to say anything she gave me some sort of trust that I knew my story would be safe with her.
I told her all the trips, to the one that led us to Ireland, to meeting Matt, to her marrying him, how he treated me, it was a very angry story for a while, a lot of ranting, and then I started talking about Niall, my words became sweet and full of melancholy, I told her from meeting him, to the first kiss, some tender moments, to accidentally staying past curfew, to him and Greg standing up for me, not being able to see him, to the last time sneaking out to his house in the middle of the night, that last embrace we had.
Him making it to the X-factor with four other amazing boys becoming One Direction, to finding out we where moving that next day, the last time I saw Bobby, leaving the note in his room with our picture and my ring, Coming here.
That whole conversation was full of laughs and tears from the both of us.