When You said 'Rock Me', Is This What You Meant? | l.t (Book l) [unedited]

Chapter Forty

Honesty's POV:

My name is Honesty Louise Crown, and I hate this white room that Daddy told me was the hospital.

"Harry?" I whispered, poking his wet cheek. He smiled at me, the holes in his cheeks showing up.

"Yes, babydoll?" He asked, his voice sounding dry.

"Is Mummy okay?" I asked for the third time. At least I think it was the third time. We've been here for a while and Mummy was still gone.

"No, honey, Mummy's not okay." He smiled, though I knew when he started crying he wasn't happy. Daddy was sleeping, he had a bandage over his leg.

Mr. Paul had stopped crying a really long time ago, and when Big Preston had wet cheeks, I wanted to know why everybody was sad, but nobody would tell me. Uncle Niall had tried to laugh with me, but I could see he didn't want to, and Uncle Liam was crying the worse, his chest was shaking and his eyes were very small.

They told Harry that Uncle Liam had been sticking himself too much, whatever that meant. I knew Uncle Liam was sick, I could tell. They took him to a different part of the hospital, and I sure hope it wasn't white or smelled like a mouse trap.

Daddy told me Granny would be here soon, but I haven't seen her yet. Aunt Courtney was supposed to be here too, but she wasn't here either.

Haley had ran to the back, and some mean man had to take her to a different room. Then her and Uncle Niall went outside, and they hadn't been back yet.

I heard somebody else crying, and I turned in my chair. Granny was wiping her eyes as she came closer to me, I didn't even see her come in. She sat beside me, still wiping her eyes with toilet paper.

"Granny, what's the matter?" I asked quietly, not wanting to wake up Daddy. Daddy had been shaking too, just like Uncle Liam.

"Mommy's hurt." She cried.

"How?" I asked, scared. Mummy was hurt? Mummies never get hurt.

"Somebody sho-" She had to stop talking because Daddy stood in front of her, meaning she was being too loud.

"Do not." He growled like a dog. It made me a little scared but I watched as Granny made an ugly face, the one she made at Mummy when Mummy would talk back.

"It's your fault, Louis." Granny was raising her voice. I sunk into my chair, Granny yelling was never good.

"No it's not!" Daddy yelled. I felt my lip shake, I didn't like Daddy yelling again.

"Don't yell, Daddy." I whispered, not wanting him to yell at me. His face went from angry to sad as he stood on his knees in front of me.

He scooped me up, and he sat back down in his chair with me in his lap.

"Mummy got shot, do you know what that is?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Well, she hurt her stomach very badly and the doctors are trying to fix her up, but they might not be able to. If they can't Mummy's going to have to go home, with Jesus in heaven." Daddy looked like he was going to cry again.

"Mummy will die?" I whispered, almost crying. I didn't want Mummy to die, I love her.

"Yes, baby, Mummy will die." He frowned. I blinked my eyes, before cuddling Daddy while I cried into his chest. I heard Daddy start crying as he rocked me back and forth. Who shot Mummy? Who killed my mummy?

"Why?" I asked, still crying though I tried to stop.

"B-Because I wasn't taking care of her." Daddy sobbed.