Trapped

Rai's POV

The next morning, I stay in my room. I can't believe Niall thinks he can own me. OWN.

We have woman's rights, do we not?

We have jobs as good as men, am I wrong?

We can make choices by ourselves, correct?

So why does he act like this? I get up from the guest room bed and open the door. Niall is in the kitchen with Lucy, feeding her, so I grab my coat and walk past them.

"Where are you going," an Irish accent asks me.

"Out," I say, not even bothering to look at him. I get in the car and drive away. I'm exploring. That's what I do when I need fresh air.

I turn down a dirt path and follow the road. When the car can go no further, I jump out and start walking. I take out my little journal, a leather binded book, and sit at the edge of a small cliff.

Sometimes we have fights.
you think you have all the might.
You treat yourself like a royalty,
while I'm stuck in the mud with your baby.
You complain about how I am.
I say it's not worth a damn.
When you and I fight,
it never works out in the end.

So why do we keep going at this?
I'm stuck in the middle of the two boys.
The one I loved, the one I'm unsure of,
the two that make me question myself.

I don't understand why I'm like this.
im stuck in the middle.
between you and I and him.
Like Bella and Edward and Jacob.
We never seemed to break up.
We thought we could make it till the end.
Well what about the friend?

I think I'm goin' crazy.
and I might be, oh baby.
cuz you got my head spinning like a bicycle wheel.
and you don't know how you make me feel.

This is my song. This is how I feel.

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