My head was pounding through my skull as I woke up on the carpet floor. By the looks of things living at my dad’s house was not a dream, nothing’s changed. Except the fact there was no more sunlight outside and a lot of chatter outside I didn’t know what to expect. I got up to my feet but my ankle was still asleep making me stumble towards the wall for support. I winced at the pain as the nerves twitched in my ankle. My stomach growled because I haven’t eaten since breakfast. “C’mon Ronnie you can do this?” I encouraged myself as I shook off the sleep in my ankle.
More laughter and drunken singing was heard as I walked down the hallway. Straightening my shirt and feeling my throat go dry. I slowly walked down the stairs. A lady in skimpy clothing at the bottom of the steps puffed her cigarette smoke into my face making my eyes teary. The smell of liquor made me nauseous. Every face was new to me, all tattoos and piercings, skimpy clothing and the strong perfume of ‘slut house’ lurking in the air. If the person had no piercings or tattoos then they were slumped on the ground totally intoxicated. My mind was spinning until I finally found him. My dad was on the couch with a lady working between his thighs. I wanted to vomit at the sight, to cry. I just wanted to leave.
Pivoting around, I bumped into someone lean and tall. “Hey?” the Irish accent greeted, instantly knowing who it was. I nudged him aside as I tried making my way through the swarm of bodies and hopping over those who were already passed out on the ground. I made my way over to the kitchen which had only two people making out on the counter. Took a cup from the cupboard and filled it with tap water before gulping it down trying to wash out the image but it didn’t work. Both hands on the sink I pulled my hair back as a lump formed in my stomach and gradually made its way up my throat. I didn’t hold it back. Turning on the tap to full blast I spewed in the sink. The two people kissing obviously found it disturbing and decided to take it somewhere else, which was fine by me. Coughing at an end I turned off the tap. Both hands on the sink I tried to recover.
Large hands grabbed at my waist making me jump a little. “You know I’d do you in this position anytime” Niall smirked as he pressed his crotch to my ass. I shrieked and tried prying his grip off my hips. He pulled my arms crossing them over my chest so I can’t escape. Breathing hot breathe down my neck, I could feel my hair stand on ends. “Let me go” I puffed. He smirked pushing my hair to one side before he chuckled “You’re mine”
I felt his lips press onto my skin as he licked a hot stripe up my neck to my jawline. My heart was beating a million times faster. “Stop” I pleaded with my eyes welling up. I didn’t expect my first day at London to be like this. “Please…” a tear fell from my eyes. There was silence as Niall let me go. Me breathing for air as my hands dropped to the kitchen counter. As I looked back I saw Niall disappear into the crowd like nothing happened. “Niall” I said softly but I assume he didn’t hear me “Niall….”
Running up the stairs I opened my door to three random people having a threesome. “GET THE FUCK OUT!?” I shouted and begun throwing random crap at them to get them out. A crowd began to form as I threw a pillow at them screaming my head off. I was furious, not wanting to belong here. I wanted to go back to America where I could live with mum again. “I’LL CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!! GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT! EVERYONE!” I screamed knocking over the bedside table and throwing a scene. The number was dialling; I wasn’t lying about the police shit. I knew most of them were dealing drugs so they were the first to run. Soon enough everyone was out the door.
“RONNIE! WHY- SHIT? YOU RUINED MY FUCKING PARTY!?” my Dad’s voice roared from the doorway where he was standing. His stance firm and eyes bloodshot as veins formed in his neck. “YOU’RE FUCKING PARTY?!” I empathised. “I COME HOME FROM BLOODY AMERICA THINKING ALL OF THESE YEARS YOU’VE CHANGED SHIT SINCE THE DAY MUM AND I LEFT YOU. BUT NO, YOU’RE FUCKING THE SAME! DID YOU HEAR THAT? FUCK-KING-THE-SA-“ Fingers clasped my throat before I was able to finish my sentence. Tears pricking my eyes as I was slammed into the wall unable to move and unable to breathe.
His bloodshot eyes staring into mine as I tried clawing his fingers off one by one, “say that again and I’ll fucking kill you myself cunt” his words were slurred a little but still held that frightening tone. This was the monster side of him when he is drunk. The side that always made my mother cry. The reason we left him. Dad got hold of a bottle and smashed it above my head as the glass shards fell to the ground with a tinkle. I was crying now, really scared. Closing my eyes shut knowing any minute now, my dad was going to kill me. He raised his arm once more. Just take me out in one blow, one blow. The final count down before my death 1-2-…..
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BEHIND YOUR BACK~ A Niall Horan Fanfic
FanficRonnie a girl who had a hard childhood lost her mum to breast cancer. He had to move back to her father in London who's a heavy drinker and loses it at any moment. She didn't know he had a border living at his house when she moved in, a guy named Ni...