Chapter 7: Plead
A/N: Niall is BOLD; Others are plain or italicized text
"... Im sorry!"
"IM SORRY!"
Niall yelled louder and louder as his father beat him relentlessly.
His face now bloodied and bruised. His nose broken and his once beautiful eyes swollen shut.
"You can't be sorry for being a sinner! That's why they sin! They have no morals! YOU have no morals you disgusting piece of shit."
He picked up the boy and flung him across the living room, leaving a trail of blood on the wall he crashed into.
The verbal abuse was worse than the physical abuse.
This wasn't the first time his father had beat him, and each time he knew he deserved it.
When he was suspended for fighting in the 7th grade, he got beat. It was all his fault.
It was all his fault he was gay, he had made the choice.
He had agreed with his father, he was wrong for being who he was.
At Least that's what he wanted to believe. Niall thought if he could deceive his father into believing he could get help, maybe he would stop hurting him.
He would run back to Liam and seek help, He would know what to do. Right?
He had hoped it would work, and it did.
His father stopped attacking him, although not sorry for he had done. He had agreed to stop only he stopped being gay.
"If only it were that easy"
Declan bruised the boy's leg tremendously, his leg was covered in nearly black spots where he had struck him.
He was to lay in his room until nightfall. Then he would sneak out. He would go see liam, and he would help him. That's what lovers do right?
But his legs, they wouldn't budge. He was sure it was more than bruised. He couldn't even feel them anymore.
He reached out to his nightstand and grabbed his phone. He hesitated and did not call out of fear. What if he heard him?
He shot him a quick text, hoping that he would see it.
Babe I need help. Please -N
Almost an hour and there was no reply.
He kept sending him messages, praying that eventually he'd wake up. Eventually he'll be able to save him from this prison.
Sometimes thought as himself being a beggar trapped in a tower, like Rapunzel
He liked to think that Liam was his prince and he was. He always will be. They loved eachother.
But if one were to love another, wouldn't he had replied to his messages earlier?
It was nearly dawn when Liam had awoken.
He rubbed his eyes and grabbed his phone, it had been blinking. How long had it been blinking?
"Niall.." He thought as he unlocked it and opened up the messages.
"Help me!"
"I need help!"
His face grew stern, he had known something was going to happen.
Why did he let him go, why did he fucking let him go?
He ran out the house in only pajama pants and a pair of socks, he put the car on drive and rode off towards niall's house.
He was worried. What if his boyfriend was d.. He couldn't even think of that.
Liam immediately burst into tears but kept driving.
"I have to save him, it can't be too late. it cannot!"
He parked the car and ran as fast as he could to the side of the house. Luckily Niall's bedroom was on the ground floor. He pushed the window up from the outside. They hadn't fixed the window ever since it had broken a few years ago.
He stumbled as he put himself through and he sprinted to niall's bed.
He began rubbing his head and holding him in his arms, Noticing the bruises around his body.
It was his fault, it was his fault he was like this. He never wanted him to get hurt.
"Niall, please wake up. Wake up please. Baby please." He said in a hushed tone, kissing his forehead and sobbing quietly.
The boy struggled to open his eyes, hearing a familiar voice. A voice that soothed him, that brought him piece and told him everything was going to be alright.
He looked up at the figure.
His prince had come to save the day.