Fix You (Niall Horan)

Chapter 22

Kylie's POV:

"Taylor Zimmerman, two for you. Glenn Coco? FOUR for you, Glenn Coco! You go, Glenn Coco!" I giggled to myself. Me and Savannah would watch Mean Girls all the time...ugh. I wonder what she's doing. Oh wait, I don't care.

But I do.

I actually contemplated calling her up and apologizing, but I don't want to seem any weaker than I already am.

I was interrupted from my thoughts as the doorbell rang.

I got some money from my purse and opened the door to get the pizza.

Oh, fuck.

No.

This can't be happening.

There he was, that same disgusting guy that delivered the pizza the first time Niall and the boys stayed here.

"That'll be 18.31," He said, flashing his yellowed teeth at me.

I handed him a $20, mumbling "keep it." I began to shut the door, but he jammed his foot in it.

"So where's your little boyfriend?" He asked me creepily.

"He's...gone." I said, not making eye contact.

"Perfect," the guy said lowly. He grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me out of the house. When I resisted, his grip only tightened.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked him, trying to fight off his tight grasp on my aching wrist.

"Well, we're going to do what I've wanted to do for a loooong time, Kylie," He said, a sly grin spreading on his face.

"How do you know my name?" I asked him weakly.

"I know a lot about you. I've been following you for as long as I could remember," The guy sang, smiling at his memories.

"I know about you and Niall, and you and Savannah. I know that Niall wasn't your boyfriend the last time you saw me. You lied to me, Kylie," he said, tightening his grip even more.

"I-I-" I didn't know what to say. This guy had been following me for who knows how long...

"I don't like it when people lie to me," the man said, his voice rising in anger. "You're going to have to be punished for this," he said evilly.

"You can't do this," I said, trying to slam the door in his face. It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't going to work out in my favor.

"Oh no, no, no. I can and I will. The less you fight me, the sooner it will be over," the man said, trying to sound nice enough.

"Now, we need to go far away, so far away where no one can hear you," He told me coldly.

He dragged me out of the house and covered my mouth with his hand. Muffled shrieks escaped my lips and my heart began to beat faster than it ever had before.

The guy opened the trunk of the van and shoved me inside.

"YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY! YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS," I screamed, finally finding my voice.

"You had better shut up, or this is going to be a hell of a lot harder than we both want it to be,"

I opened my mouth to say something else before he pulled a gun out of his pocket. He struck the gun to my head and that was the last thing I remember. I'm going to die.