Kayla's POV.
The blinding sun streaming through the blinds covering my bedroom's window, force my eyes to snap open. It was the next day from last night. The gun. Sasha. Niall literally saving my freaking life. It was just too much. Kind of like when you accidentally put too much sugar in a pitcher when your making lemonade, and the originial taste is a bit ruined? That's exactly what my life is like, right now.
I was still scarred for life. I have never had somone nearly kill me before. If Niall didn't answer his phone after I called him, I don't know what I would've done.
I hear a clatter and the sink running downstairs.
My mom is home.
Well there was no way I was going to tell her what happened last night. She would definitely be freaked out, and wouldn't want to leave me in the house ever again. And I did want to be in the house alone again.
I decided I might as well go downstairs and say good morning to her.
I slowly go downstairs, remembering about my bum but healing ankle. It didn't hurt at all, which I was very thankful for.
As I reach the kitchen, I see steaming hot pancakes stacked neatly on a paper plate, with a cup of juice.
"Good morning" mumbles mom.
Yup she was still mad at me.
"Morning" I mutter, barely parting my lips as I say the word.
I take cut a big chunk of the raw gooey pancake, forcing it in my mouth to give me a reason not to say another word. After I swallow the fat chunk, I say "Niall offered to take me to the movies to get a bit of fresh air, so at 2:00 this afternoon, I will be gone."
My mom slowly turns around, her cheeks a very light shade of red. I could tell she was trying to be her calmest and trying to be the most mature parent she could be.
Well I obviously definitely beat her with that.
"Kayla Henry" she starts, pulling the chair out across from me to sit.
"Oh great, a lecture" I sigh, leaning my chin in my palm.
She folds her hands, looking me straight in the eyes.
"I find Niall is not ... the right boy for you. You are a fine young lady, yet you hang out with a bad influence. He seems like... he will break up with you any day now, and he pretends he gives a care. He's like every other guy, sweet heart. A jerk".
"Mom, he is not a jerk, he is not that type of guy" I growl at her, trying to keep my cool. "In fact, Niall is the best boyfriend I could ever have, he protects me as much as any parent protects their own daughter or son, he answers all my calls and if he doesn't, he always calls immediately back! He spends his money on me, even though he has a lot much more now than when I met him, he could be spending it on another prettier, funnier, skinnier girl than me, but he chooses to spend it on me! I mean... he's just better than words, mom. He's... my world. And he's irrestible. So if you think you're going to force me to not seeing him ever again, you can't do that, mom. I love him."
My mom is silent for awhile, her hands still folded, her face still as serious as it was. "Kayla, I have been around this earth a lot longer than you have honey. I know which boy is right for you, I know which one isn't and-"
"Niall IS right for me mom!" I yell. I could no longer keep my cool anymore, or else my neck might just blow off, with my head, which was pounding harder than a fist on a door. My heart felt like it was exploding inside my chest, I could feel my temper rising. "HE IS MY WORLD! You- you- You can't do this to me!! You can't!" I start to pound my fists on the table, as if a four year old, begging for that lollypop her mother didn't want her to have, because she had one already.
"Stop yelling, Kayla" sighs my mom, sounding as tired as if she has just ran a marathon. "Go to your room".
Tears stream down my face, uncontrollably. "You're not the boss of me!" my voice strains to speak.
"Oh yes I am" she laughs.
"I'm seeing Niall today!" I scream at the top of my lungs in her stupid, selfish, and ugly face.
"Go to your room, now your not seeing that son of a bitch" she snaps, pointing her finger up the stairs.
I slowly go up the stairs, (only because of my ankle) not bothering to finish her raw and digusting pancakes. I slam the door behind me so hard, it nearly bounces backwards. I run to my small and crowded closet, hiding myself in there. I breathe heavily. Shit, I wanted to die so bad. Ugh I needed to die. No one loved me. Except for Niall. I was invisible to everyone. I think it's time for me to go and leave this earth that was... not worth living on. I pull the knife out of a pouch in the closet where i kept it now, aiming it to my skin. i kept cutting. I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop, until Niall wandered in my brain, telling me to stop. I slam the bloody knife on the floor, pulling out my phone and earbuds, instantly blasting the song "Diana" from their new album in my ears, letting the blood pour on my jeans as I bawled in pain and misery.
