Torn

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Torn; Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Hello," I said when someone answered the phone.

"Hey, it's Zayn. You might not want to talk to the others."

"Why?"

"They're pretty upset because you tried to..." his voice trailed off. I could tell he didn't want to make me upset, but I knew it was true.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Why did you do it, Madison?"

"Jake," I finally answered after pondering on it for a long while.

"Niall, you were right," Zayn said. I heard the muffled answers and some cussing.

"Could I talk to them?"

"Sure, you're on speaker now," Zayn answered.

"MADISON!!!!" I heard Louis yell through the phone.

"I'm right here."

"YOU'RE FLYING OUT HERE IN TWO DAYS!!!" Harry yelled.

"Thanks for letting me know," I said sarcastically.

"No more of that cutting nonsense!" Liam said sternly. I imagined him wagging his finger at me like a little kid for some reason.

"Yes, daddy," I joked.

"I wanna talk to her!" I heard Niall shout. "You're off speaker."

"Okay?"

"Madison, why did you do it? I know it was because of Jake, but what'd he do?"

"He... cheated on me." I felt the emotions running around inside me. I could tell I was fixing to cry, but I didn't want to.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHO WOULD CHEAT ON SOMEONE AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU?!" Niall screamed. I could tell he was outside by the wind whistling in the background.

"Niall, it's f-"

"It's not okay, Madison. I am here for you. You can tell me anything."

"Fine, do you want to know what I feel?"

"Yes."

"I feel like quitting. I feel alone. I feel unloved. I feel like dying. I give up, Niall. I can't keep doing this. I don't want to stay here alone. I don't want to feel as if I'm a piece of shit. I am tired of crying all the time. I want my family back!" I couldn't help it. I was crying again.

"You won't be alone for long. In two days, you're coming out here with us, and you are loved. We all love you," Niall said sweetly.

"I know. I'm gonna go pack. Bye," I whispered through the tears that were always rolling down my pale face. I laid my phone on the table, never wanting to touch it again and went upstairs to start packing.