Abuse
Chapter 1:
"Where are you!?"
I say into the phone, making it the 9th voice mail sent to Niall. I put the phone down on the table in front of me. It's better to keep things out of sight, therefore out of mind. I sat there for another 5 minutes, making every minute a waste of my time. Every minute also lead me being more upset with Niall. He scheduled the song writing/recording session at 10 A.M. Yet it's half past 12. After another 5 minutes, I was tempted to reach for my phone and dial Niall's number again, but that would just make me look more impatient and more annoying. I should have scheduled this session with Harry or Liam, someone who would keep their promise and come on time and take this seriously. Even though I'm annoyed at the fact he's late, I'm very lucky to have this job at the age of 20. Dropping out of college wasn't a very smart idea, but after a woman overheard my writing at a club for sharing personal writing, she must have seen something good in my stuff. She gave me the opportunity to write songs for artists. My major was English Literature but I wanted to share my writing and I'm glad I did. She gave me a week to write something and she'll say if I'm "Worthy of being taken under the company's wing". Days after the opportunity given to me, I met with the lady to give her my writing and she believed it was something to be sold in stores. She thought I was worthy. She worked with Syco records and Sony. The lady, named Grace, set me up originally with some artist who was just signed by Syco records, but he got dropped, leading Syco Records to send me to other artist- artists- One Direction. I've been working with them for about 2 weeks, we haven't really spoken about anything other than ideas for songs, other than that... We've spoken of nothing. I heard the door creek behind me. I turned around quickly, leading me to get a tad bit dizzy. After about a second or two, a mix of blond, mucky brown hair came to view.
Niall.
"You know Nina, after about the second or first message... I got that I was late." Niall said strolling through the studio and finding a seat in front of me.
"There wouldn't even have been any messages if you arrived on time." I say with a hint of disgust in my tone. He raises an eyebrow and then shrugs and looks over his shoulder.
"So we gonna start recording today or continue writing?" He says pointing to the recording booth behind him.
"We only have 4 songs completed, we should at least write 4 more songs and then begin recording." I say pointing to the pen and paper next to my phone on the table. His shoulders slumped and he sighed.
"Fine... You got any topics we could write about?" He says grabbing the pen and paper and writing on the top "Song #5".
I think of the past events that have happened to me recently... The only event that has happened was between my father and I. I can't tell Niall that, I've only known him for almost 3 weeks, my issue is too strong for him to know. My story in a nutshell is that I lived in a small town called Framlingham in Suffolk England for 16 years, then I left my little town immediately to "leave my past behind", so I thought. I left because my mother had gotten remarried, remarried to a man I didn't really like nor did he like me. I applied to the university of London, and got accepted with a scholarship. My mother of course was worried for me to move to a big city like London, even though it's only 2 hours away from Framlingham. I needed to find a roommate with an apartment because I sure as hell knew I wasn't paying a high fee for a fancy dorm in that university. I found a girl named Alyson who seemed convincing enough to trust- even though I found her in Craigslist. I lived with her for two and half years until Grace found me. She was a brilliant friend and roommate but things got strange near the time I told her I'd be dropping out of college. A couple of weeks later she then kicked me out saying she apparently didn't except "uneducated people".
After moving out, I called my mom if she could help me with finding someone to live with. My mother finally confessed to me that my father lived here in London. She told me the whole story, my mother and father separated when I was very small, she left elsewhere, my father stayed in London, leading me to never finding out of his existence until now and it's strange since he was only 2 hours away... And I wish he lived a million of miles away. I needed somewhere to live so of course that gave me the perfect chance to finally reconnect with I regret that so much. When I moved in, he wasn't so bad, but then, the abusing began. He began hitting me when I didn't do something right, he began yelling and hitting me when I didn't accomplish something he wanted me to do. He began sexually abusing me as well. "Nina? Nina!" Niall yelled, bringing me back to reality. "The topics, Nina? you got any or not?" He said looking at me concerned. Yes, I do. "No, I don't. maybe something will come up." I say scratching my head and trying to bring myself back to what was happening. "Okay, well, luckily, me and the boys have been speaking about some stuff, maybe about the fans? Or maybe our love life... We thought about a song of still having feelings for a girl- you're still the girl? Still the babe? Still the one..." Niall says tracing off. I look up to see what made him stop talking and he was looking at me concerned and focused on my face. "What is it?" I say touching my face quickly. "Er... You look upset, was the song idea dumb? Stupid? I knew that one was stupid... I should of-" I cut Niall off, "No, the idea wasn't dumb or stupid, it's just my thoughts, they're the stupid ones here." I chuckle. He smiles and picks up the pen and paper again and writes down, "Still the..." He continues thinking of song titles as I begin to focus on him and forget for the moment about my father.
