Don't Regret...

Chapter 25

*Dream*

He put his hand in his pocket. A shiny, silver object was taken out. A Knife?!

I struggle more. I wasn't going to let him kill me! Screaming against the gag muffled my screams. My tears blurred my vision as they won't stop falling out.

He a tight grip on my neck. Blocking my wind pipe which was hard to breathe. He held my body down with his large hand. Also having a tight grip on my hips.

A sharp piercing was felt on my stomach. I scream out in pain and cry even more. Multiple more stabs into my stomach destroying me completely.

My eyes roll back to my head...

*end of dream*

"Emily. Baby girl. Em. Please wake up!" Someone shouts while moving my body.

My eyes open with tears pouring out of them. I hug the person which turned out to be my sister. My head leaning on to her shoulder while I cry more.

"Shhh. Its just a dream. It's ok. I'm here don't worry." Emma smooths me.

"It was real and you know it Emma." I spit out while looking at her.

"In the past it was." She wipes the tears with her thumb.
I look up at her cry as it was hard to control it.

"What has happened Emily?"

"Why am I upset?" Questionably, I mutter.

The thing with Emma is once she looks into her eyes she knows the problem. Not a side kick. It's just she senses it.

"You look heart broken Emily. Is it that boy I have seen on the news." Emma questions.

"We weren't dating for real. It was all my fault." Quietly, I answer. She rises a brow singling me to continue.

"I went up to Simon with one of my ideas to gain more publicity. I told him let one of the girls date one of the boys as I knew we were going on tour together. However, it was fired back onto me. Simon said it would be good for Niall and I date as the others are not single." I say while looking down at the floor.
I breath in and out loudly and continue...

"So we have been 'dating'. Then one day we promised each other not to leave each other. He promised not to give up on me! And guess what he did! The slut and him we fucking making out straight after the interview ended! He was about to fuck that whore interviewer! I heard a moan so I went to see what was happening! I fucking saw them and I was with Belle and Zayn!" I shout out the last parts.

Emma looks at me with a sad smile and hugs me tightly.

"You are in love" She whispers into my ear.

"Love? Now that's bullshit." I spit out.

"It's not bullshit. You are in love, but he broke your heart. That's why you are upset because you feel torn." Emma explains.

"Whatever you say. Lets go eat some breakfast." Rolling my eyes.

In the living room eating cornflakes. I know not the best way to give for my sister who just came. But who's bothered? Especially if I am 'heart broken'.

"Turn on the TV" She demands more like.

The first thing it goes on was the channel that talks about recent events of celebrities lives. Oh how ironic.

What??

"Niall Horan was spotted going out the club with female he was holding hands with. Did he break up with Emily? Also did he move on that quick?"

And there was the picture that broke my heart even more.
Angrily, I turn off the TV.

"For fuck sake!" I throw my bowl onto the ground. Which the milk spills staining the floor and the bowl is broken.

"Fucking bitch!" I throw the vase that was next to me.

"Did you know who that bitch was next to him?!" I scream at Emma.

"No. Who was it?" She whispers.

"It was that fucking whore interviewer Alice. The one that was going to screw him straight after her show! Oh wait she already did screw him!" I rise my voice much louder and punch the wall with all my force.

"Emily stop!" Of course I ignore her and continue to scream and throw things.

"Stop it!!" She rises her voice louder.

I freeze and look at her.

"You say you don't like him." Which I nod.

"In fact I fucking hate and pay back will be a bitch to him. He shall shatter hundred times worse than me. His heart will break and there will be no cure." What I am implying on is to hurt him not physically but emotionally just the way he did to me. What can I say I am a heartless person...