The school life (((ON HOLD)))

Chapter 7

Kait's POV

Do you wonder why I hate Niall Horan? Well here's the answer.

*FLASHBACK*

-2 years ago-

I was sitting on the couch, watching the rain drip down. I had nothing better to do so why not?

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I get up to answer it.

I open it a bit so the security chain was on, protecting me from any danger that was on the outside.

"Open up Kait, I know you're in there" Niall says.

I open the door, since it's just Niall. He steps in and stumbles. I help him up, instantly smelling alcohol in his breath.

"Are you drunk?" I ask, disgusted by him.

"No! Not at all" He says, falling down again.

"If your drunk, I don't want to see you. Leave now." I demand, pointing to the door.

"What if I say NO." He says, turning to the kitchen.

"I'll call the police." I say, heading for the phone.

"Like I'm scared of them. It won't be the first time they see me." He says, still in the kitchen.

I start to dial 9-1-1 but before I press talk, he runs to me with a knife in his hands. I drop the phone, and start running up the stairs, to my room, for my super secret hiding place.

I go into my closet an open the compartment in the side, that leads to a mini room I used when I was younger.

I hear footsteps in my room, and Niall whispering my name, over and over again.

He comes close to the closet, then turns away.

But the worst thing is, he comes back. I had showed him once before where the compartment was, and now I regret it. He opens the panel an crawls in.

"I found you!" He whispers creepily.

He grabs my leg and drags me out. I kick and scream but it's no use, he has too much of a tight grip on me.

He drags me into my room. "If you don't move, I won't cut you." He says.

I start to shake uncontrollably.

"Tsk tsk tsk... I gave you a simple order and you can't even follow it." He slowly lifts up my shirt and starts to slice my stomach.

"Stop! Please! You don't want to do this Niall! You're drunk!" I scream as he starts slicing deeper and deeper into my stomach.

He move on from my stomach to my back, turning me over. I don't fight back because he could hurt me more than this.

I start crying, not bothering to hold back the tears. He draws lines and lines on my back like he did to my stomach. Deeper and deeper every time.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

I still have the scars from that day, running all over my body. Nobody knows about them except me and Niall. I don't go swimming, don't do anything that involves me showing my body, really. I moved to get away from him. Some way, he found a way back.