Chapter 28

"Mum?"

I saw it in her eyes, she knew it was me.

"What's she talking about?" The man asked walking over to the two of us. I looked over at him briefly before looking back at my mom.

"I have no idea, she must be mental." She laughed looking at me. She knew it was me I could tell. "You go get the car while I kick this whores arse for touching my man."

"Can't I watch?" He smirked, looking between the both of us.

"No, go get the car." He sighed but did what she told him. I watched as he walked away and around the corner.

"Mum, it's me Abigail." I whispered, almost to tears.

"I know it is." She smiled pulling me into a warm hug. I had been dreaming of a hug from her for years. "Why are you here?"

"It's a long story. Really long actually. Mum, I'm so glad you're here. You wouldn't believe what's happened." Now I was crying. This was it. She was going to take me back with her and her husband. Sure it'd be a little awkward because I sucked him off but we'll move past that. I briefed her on it, from what Uncle Stan had me doing to Niall and how i got to Miami. "But now you're here!" I pulled her into yet another hug.

"I can't believe that. You're clean now, ya?" She asked looking me over.

"Sort of, it's been tough but I'm doing it. But now that you're here you can help me. We can be a family again. i know i can leave all of that if you're there to help me." I gave her a big grin but her face didn't change.

"Abby." She sighed, her eyes glassy. "I can't take you. I've got a new life now. i'm married and I've got two kids. I have a good job and a nice house. I can't have a reminder of what my life used to be." She looked away from me stepping back a few places.

"What? I'm your bloody daughter! i'm yours! How could you leave me to keep living like this!?" I screamed at her as I felt my heart break in my chest. "You're supposed to take care of me! I'm yours for fucksake!"

"Abigail please. i know you don't und-"

"Of course I don't understand. For a second time you're leaving me in hell. Mum, I was 13 when I first had sex with a man I didn't know." I cried looking at her face as it fell. "Mummy, please help me."

"I'm sorry baby. I love you, I do. But I can't. I hope one day you'll understand." I saw a tear slip out of her eye as car lights came around the corner. She reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash sticking it into my pocket. "I'm sorry Abby. I hope it gets better, I really do."

"Mum please! Don't leave me again." I begged, grabbing onto her arm as she tried to shake me off. "Mum please, I can't do it! I can't do it alone! Mum I miss you!" I sobbed as she wriggled out of my grasp. The car was almost to the front of the alleyway. "Mum please take me!"

"I don't bloody want you!" She screamed pushing me to the ground. I sat there, my elbows all scraped up, my head forehead bleeding as I hit it on the side of a dumpster. I watched as she turned around and ran to the truck, hopping in and driving away.

She doesn't want me. Nobody does.

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I sat there for what felt like hours, sobbing and crying as blood ran down my face. By the time I stood up it was well past 3 am because the sky was starting to get light again. I found my way back to the dealer and gave him everything I made getting me two little bags of pure white loveliness. I had him light me up and stayed at his place until I was completely done. I was hoping he'd let me crash there but as soon as I was finished he kicked my high ass out.

I somehow managed to get a cab back to the hotel but didn't make it much farther than the lobby. That's where I passed out at about 4 a.m.

It didn't last long, I woke up to an angry bellboy yelling at me to please leave. After I explained that I was staying here he backed off and I was forced up to my room.

Fuck.

Niall is going to be pissed but i literally do not have the mental stability to be yelled at right now. I walked down the hallwya stumbling, my head pounding. My body felt light but heavy at the same time. I couldn't stand up straight and I was pretty sure i was going to pass out from my lack of sleep.

I slid down in front of Niall's door. My eyes letting tears leave them even though I wasn't crying... yet. I reached up and lightly knocked on it a few times in hopes that they were awake. They should be.

I rested my head against the door frame and sat there, waiting and waiting. It felt like forever even though I knew it wasn't. The door open and my body slowly fell to the side, no longer having support. I looked up to see Niall there. I cracked a smile, my make up smudged all around my eyes and running down my face from tears. He gasped and looked genuinely horrified. 

My smile disappeared immediately as I began to cry. He doesn't want me either.

He bent down and helped me up. He slung my arm around his neck and brought me into the room, slamming the door behind him. He sat me down on the chair and stood back to stare at me. I was high as shit and I probably looked it. But this high looks a little different from weed high so I could see why he's scared.

"Woah." Zayn walked into the room and his hands reached up to his face, covering his mouth. "What is she on? She must be on a ton of it." He mumbled walking closer to me.

"I saw my mum." I smiled, my eyes squinting. I probably looked crazy, no. I know I looked crazy. "That's right I saw my bloody mum. And you know what she told me?"

"Abigail..."

"Guess Niall, guess what she told me." I begged him with a mocking tone. "She told me she didn't bloody want me!" I laughed hysterically, practically falling out of the chair. "She's got this nice new life, new kids, new house, new job oh and new husband. I actually sucked him off! What a coincidence!" I continued to laugh until my stomach hurt.

"When?"

"Oh, last night. I needed some more money to buy crack and I stopped this guy to suck him off. Turns out to be my bloody mums husband! What a small fucking world." My laugh slowly ceased as I sat back up staring at the two dumbstruck boys. "What?"

"Abiga-"

"Yeah, you already fucking said that." I spat wiping my face with the back of my hand. There was a mixture of blood sweat and make up on it. They sat there for a little longer and Niall whispered something to Zayn.

Zayn got up and left and Niall moved closer to me. "Abigail, are you okay?"

I stared at Nialls baby blue eyes. They were so pure. So clean. And they were looking at me. A dirty used up piece of shit. The same eyes that caught my attention that night in the strip club. "Niall." i whispered and I felt my lip quiver. "She didn't want me." I softy cried as he moved forward, grabbing me into a hug. I cried into his neck as he held my body tight. "I told her everything that happened to after she left and she didn't even care. What kind of mother doesn't care that her daughter has been raped over and over again by grown men for money Niall?"

"Abigail, I'm so sorry baby." He mumbled pulling me even tighter. "Let's get you cleaned up." He stood up and carried me in his arms to the bathroom. He set me down on top of the toilet as he went over to the bath and turned it on. As he waited for it to fill up he came back over to me. "How much did you take?"

"Too much." I whispered looking down at my shaky hands. My body was in the after stage of shakiness and regret. And of course, need for more. The oh so awful withdraw. Usually i would just go get more but I couldn't exactly do that right now. I was too fucked up. I could barely focus let alone move. Niall knew this and he was going to take care of me just liked he had promised.

"Gosh Abigail, you're a mess. You can barely even stand up." He sighed helping me over to the tub. I began to cry again but not because he was being rude but because he was right. I couldn't stop this time as Niall helped to get me undress. He placed me into the nice warm tub and turned the faucet on. The only sound was me crying, his breathing and the small left over droplets dripping into the water.

"Abigail please try and calm down for me. You're going to make yourself sick." He mumbled over my loud sobs and harsh intakes of air. But I couldn't. I felt like this was never going to end. He lathered my hair with shampoo and gently rubbed it in. He was so gentle with me. Especially when he cleaned all the disgusting things off my face. The white washcloth was stained with blood, dirt and make up.

I put my head on top of my knees as he washed up the rest of my body, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. "I can't do it, Niall." I cried over and over and over again until i was blue in the face.

He drained the tub and helped me out, wrapping me in a warm towel and sitting me down. He left momentarily to retrieve a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt that was way to big for me. He helped me change into them and then we went out into the room where Harry and Louis were sat watching t.v.

"Abigail." Louis gasped, his face turning pale as he jumped off the couch and hurried over to me. i looked at him and the tears started all over again. This was never going to end.

Niall explained to him everything that happened and I could see every emotion in his facial features. The most prominent, hurt. He came over and pulled me into a tight hug, my body aching.

A few moments later Zayn walked in followed by a tall man with glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. He had short brown hair all combed over to the side and he wore a tight button down shirt with nice slacks.

"Abigail this is Doctor Monroe. He's a psychiatrist. I think you should talk with him for a little bit." Niall said calmly as he stood me up and walked me over to Dr.Monroe. I shook his hand and he introduced himself, a think British accent. That's when it clicked. i knew him from somewhere. I had met him before.

"He can help you. He was one of the best psychiatrist in London until he moved to Miami about a year ago. Me and the boys all had to see him as we got settled into the very stressful life of fame." Harry explained shaking Dr.Monroes hand.

"Yes I know these boys very well. I've heard a little about you on the way over here and I think I can really help you. Teach you a few new tricks." He smiled warmly.

And that's when I figured it out.

"C'mere love. I'll teach you a few new tricks." 

He was one of the first men I had slept with when my Uncle first started me off.

This world really was too fucking small.

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