Nefarious

9.

Natasha's P.O.V.

My bike skid and I fell off of it. Well, there goes my maintenance.

However, this time, Niall nor Harry were there. Nobody was. I thought my men were following me and all this time, nobody was going the same route as me? Questions flooded my brain as three men in black suits stepped out of a black SUV.

Wincing in pain, I looked up at them surrounding me in a circle, not saying a word. Will I die today? Oh my god. I will die because three bald men shot me in the middle of fucking nowhere.

I wanted to cry. But what did I do instead? I started laughing like a maniac. Yep, that's Natasha for you ladies and gents.

They look at each other in confused expressions wondering why I was laughing like this was a joke. That's when I took my chance.

Within less of a second, I grabbed my mini handgun and shot one in the leg. He screamed in pain and fell down as the two others loaded up their guns and pointed them at me.

I let out a little chuckle again and look at him like he was stupid. I take out my knife from my calf holster and stick it in his foot. He let out a yelp and dropped his gun to hold his bleeding foot in his hands.

I noticed something peculiar about these men which was that none of them shot me. They didn't even hurt me. What the fuck was going on? The last man almost slipped away but I grabbed my gun and shot him in the back of his head too.

With an injured leg, I drag myself up and walk towards the suv to try and get at least some answers. I open the door and immediately start checking the glove box, the seats, everything. When I opened the car's sun visor, a note fell out.

The note read "Sorry Benjamin. Couldn't let you screw anything up."

My lips curled up and I furrowed my brows in anger. This was Harry's doing. I should have known. I should have known that idiot did something to my bike when he was standing there. I'm such a fucking idiot.

In a rage, I tear the note to shreds and flick it onto the ground. I get into the car mumbling curses under my breath and slamming the door shut behind me. He's done it now.

I don't bother with my bike because I was too angry to find it and frankly I'd be too upset if I saw the condition its in. Not only did he ruin my bike, he ruined today. The only day I was going to prove myself to the committee. To my dad. Most importantly, to my mom.

He ruined that for me. I bet my mom is looking down at me shaking her head in embarrassment that I'm her daughter.

She's probably ashamed of me.

All because of Harry. All because it was too important for him to screw me over. Why couldn't he put his ego aside for just one second? Was seeing me defeated and come across as incapable to my father and the committee way too important? Then again, it's what he's wanted his entire time in this gang. He's just wanted to see me fail.

I sped off in the suv pushing aside thoughts of my mom and my dad. I couldn't deal with those emotions right now. I focused on my anger for Harry and stepped on the accelerator. His stupid smug face and idiotic grin was all I could see. I wanted him to suffer.

I reached our hideout and basically jumped out of the car. I was fucking pissed. I was upset, angry and wanted to kill him. I've had enough of his bullshit and I wanted it to end.

I bust open the doors, feeling deja vu yet again. This is the second time I've done this, this month. At this rate, the doors will probably be off of its hinges. Taking the same path I had taken earlier that week, I busted down the same set of doors, my anger level increasing with each of them.

When I opened the final one, there I saw my father sitting with Niall one one side and Harry on one side when they froze to see me stomping in.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I scream at Harry as he stands planting his feet firmly on the ground.

"Today was an important day for me you asshole!" I holler right in his face shoving him.

"You ruined today! Do you even realise that? You ruined everything!" I shout losing my temper more and more.

I completely lose my shit and point my gun at him. I was angry. I wanted to shoot his brains out right there. Before I could do anything further though, I heard my dad get up from his chair and holler.

"Natasha!" he shouted.

Natasha. He never calls me Natasha. I'm his pumpkin. I always have been. He looked at me with those same eyes he did in the morning and last night. Those same soft brown eyes he always looked at me with.

Except this time, they were full of disappointment.

Disappointment.

When someone is disappointed in you, especially someone you love, you feel like the most shittiest person to exist.

You remind yourself of all the things they did for you and ask yourself;

"Why couldn't I just do this damn thing?"

Being disappointed in hurts like a bitch and to cope, people do various things. In my case, I could only depend on drugs and alcohol to take my misery away.