Give Me One Chance (Ziall/Larry)

Chapter 4

Kay so I'm not gonna say anything right now. At the end though.

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*Steve's POV*  (SURPRISE!) ;)

I let the piece of shit go when I heard the phone ring. I'm expecting a very important call from a certain lady, if you catch my drift.

I look at the number but all it says is 'Unknown'. 

Well it's not her. 

Damn.

I answer the phone and speak."Hello?"

I can hear giggling in the background.

"Hello sir. Would you like to purchase our porno magazine? It's reall-"

I cut her off by slamming the phone down. 

Damn kids.

I hate them. 

Always have. 

I never wanted kids but Maura (A/N Niall's mom) already had the piece of shit and Greg, so I had to deal with it.

I go back up stairs to make sure the fucker learned his lesson.

"HEY BITCH! GET THE FUCK UP AND MAKE ME MY TEA! LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU!" I yell at him. 

I still want my tea.

I go inside the room  but the kid doesn't get up. 

DUMB LITTLE FUCKER.

I kick him in the stomach and yell,"Get up bitch!" 

He didn't even flinch.

I bent down to get a better look at his face. 

Hmmmmmm.

He looks pale. He's not breathing either.

FUCKING SHIT IS HE DEAD?!

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

I check his pulse. Weak, but nonetheless there.

If he fucking dies, they'll know what I do to him.

 I could go to jail. 

DAAMMIT!

I am not going to jail because of this dipshit!

I grab my car keys and the kid.

I throw him in the passenger side and speed to the nearest hospital.

"I NEED A DOCTOR!" I yell as I burst through the hospital doors, carrying the kid.

A gurney's rushed over and the nurses and doctors rush him into a room, while a different nurse asked me questions. 

"Do you know what happened to him sir?" she asked me, holding a clip-board in one hand and a pen in the other. 

She's not too bad-looking. 

No Steve! This is no time to be checking out hot girls. If the kid dies then this'll become police case and you'll go to jail!

"Sir?"

Shit. Think ,Steve think! I just blurted out the first thing that popped into my mind,

"I-I don't know. I came home from work and I went up to his room to check on him and he was just hanging there, with a belt around his neck. I g-got him down and tried to help him but......." I stopped, faking tears. 

"I'm really sorry sir." She said, her voice sympathetic.

"Will he live?" I ask.

"The doctors will do whatever they can for him, sir. Don't worry."