An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 24

A/N Okay so not much Niall going on in these next few ones because right now i'm focusing on Juliet. But he is an Angel so he's always around ;) no? okay

haha but thank you for reading!!!! :)

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"Niall" I whispered in this loud house. I completely froze and all the drinking flushed away. 

"Miss me?" Matt pulled me towards him even more. I pushed myself off him and walked the opposite way but was held by Josh. Josh got a good grip of my arms and didn't let me go. He began walking me with Matt right by me. 

I kept asking for help, I kept pleading them to let me go. But no one noticed. Everyone was buzzed, everyone was out of their minds. I called out for Amy who was dancing but nothing. She just looked at me and smiled. 

I almost tripped as I made my way up the stairs. Once up there, they got me from my feet and arms. I began fighting back but no success. My eyes began to get swollen. My hands became ice cold and my body began to shiver. 

We went into the room and they locked the door shut. I was thrown on the bed with both these guys looking at me with a frightening grin on their faces. 

I attempted to run through them but no success. I got shoved and thrown onto the floor. 

Next thing I know, I had Matt's hand slapped across my face. I put my hand over my stinging cheek. I  was crying my eyes out now and all they did was laugh. My nghtmare was coming true. 

"Just let me go. Please let me go." They looked at me and then at each other. Their laughs were unbelievable. I couldn't believe they found amusement in this. 

"So what are we going to do with this whore, Josh?" 

"I don't know. What do you think we should do?" 

I wanted to die right there and then. I wanted to die, die, die. 

"Well there's two of us and one of her. Hmmm" Matt stayed thinking. 

The tears in my eyes just continued sweeping out of my eyes. I was hopeless. The unexpected was going to happen. This party was a mistake. 

They began getting close to me and I moved out of their way which resulted in my cornered. I got my phone out of my pocket and threatened to call the cops.

They grabbed me and shoved me onto the bed, taking the phone away from my hand. They laughed and smashed it to the ground.

"Please," I repeated. No words left in me. Josh had his legs on mine and Matt had his arms holding down my upper body. 

They began ripping my clothes off in a very harsh way. I was left in my under garnments. I didn't have the will power to scream anymore or to fight back. 

"Don't cry. this is gonna be fun," Matt said wiping my tears. I spit at him and he slapped me across my face. 

Their hands began massaging almost every part of my body. I cried and cried. Tears ran down my neck. I attempted to fight but their grips would be harder on me. THey would each take turn on who lied on top of me. 

I was hoping someone would storm in. I was hoping Niall would storm in. 

Josh took out his phone and I knew where this was going. I began kicking and I successfully hit his phone. He grabbed it and sat on my legs. 

It felt like it took an hour. Everything was slow motion. They stood up and fixed their pants as they watched me lie on my side. 

"That'll teach you."

"Fuck you," I managed to say in between mumbles. 

They laughed and Matt said, "You're a piece of shit." And they both left the room, leaving a half naked me on the bed of some person they didn't even know. 

I cried into the pillow and screamed. I tried covereing my body with my hands. My body felt like it had tons of bricks on top. I couldn't stand, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe correctly. 

I slowly made my way off the bed, holding in my stomach. I felt nauseous and i'm sure it wasn't cause of the alcohol. I slowly put my clothes on and looked at myself in the mirror.

My cheek was burning and was still a bright red. 

My eyes were hidden by the swelling around them due to the crying. My hands still shivered and my legs still ached.

I couldn't walk and not because of what just happened but because I had no more strength in me. 

I walked through the crowded house, hoping someone would come to my rescue. Hoping someone would ask if I'm okay but nothing. 

Everyone was enjoying themselves. I left the house and began thinking of the nearest bridge. 

Letting go of this life was the only thing that made sense at that point. The time on my smashed phone read 1:30. 

I walked the lonely streets with a car passing every now and then. I somehow ended near a liquor park and convinced a homeless person to buy me some booze. He wasn't going to do it but he saw the pain I was in. 

I grabbed it and continued walking. I drank and drank till it was all gone. I had reached a bridge that was 3 blocks from grandmas house. 

The breeze that came from being their made me feel better. I stood in the middle of the bridge, watching over the cars that passed below. 

Inhaling in the fresh air, I broke down. I smashed the empty bottle on the ground. No one around. Just me and this bridge.