Deranged [n.h]

Chapter Nine

I woke up on Nialls beat down couch inside his trailer. Or so I think his trailer. I could smell the aroma of Mac N Cheese coming from the pot on the stove. My eyes scanned for Niall. He didn't seem to be in the kitchen or in the room I am in right now.

"Niall?" I called, expecting an answer. Nothing.

I stretched my arms out in front of me and stood up. I quickly regretted it when I realized how bad of shape I was in. I hissed when I brought my hand down to my side.

I looked in a mirror by the front door and saw the long bruise down my side. I cursed under my breath when I saw the cut in my lip, also.

While scanning myself in the mirror, the door opened, and Niall came in with more Mac N Cheese mix.

"Oh, you're up." He stated. He stopped in his tracks once he saw my face.

"Oh, Margot. Let me get you some ice." He set down the mix on the table and got a plastic baggy for ice. As he filled up the bag with ice, I sat on the couch I was originally woken up on. I scanned around his trailer a bit more just to see.

In the corner by the kitchen was a table with pictures of Niall with his friends and family I supposed.

Next to one photo of Niall and another man was a card placed standing up. On the card it wrote; "An angel has earned its wings. Rest in Peace".

I was confused by the ideal of there being a 'rest in peace' card on his table, but I decided to check it out anyways.

I carefully went over to the table to open up the card to see who it's for, but Niall stopped me just before I could.

"What are you doing?" Niall flatly asked.

"I was..." I began.

"Going through my stuff? This isn't your trailer." He snatched the card from me and ripped it up, tossing it in the trash.

"Here's your ice." He slid it to me across the table. I picked it up awkwardly as he turned his back to me to work on the Mac.

"So..." I began.

He didn't say anything. I know he could hear me by how quiet his little home was. He just continued to mix around the spoon in the pot. The only sound was the sizzling cheese melting into the pasta.

"Why am I here...?" I carefully asked.

"You mean why did I save ya?" He turns his head to me, still giving some of his attention to the meal.

"I guess..." I, well guessed.

"Well you see, I was taking out the bin when I saw you being brutally abused by some man. So I guess that's it." He snickered. He was so sarcastic.

"So now I'm in your trailer? I'd never think you'd care that much." I darted back.

"Well let's put it this way: I never intended for you to pass out on my couch but I guess that's just what happened." He didn't even care.

"Look, I'll just go." I said standing up, grabbing my bag. I guess he was nice enough to pick up my stuff from outside.

As I was about to reach the door, Niall stopped me.

"Why were you even here?" He asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean why were you even in this neighborhood? You don't even live here." He crossed his arms.

"I was taking a short cut." I opened the door.

"There is not shortcut from my neighborhood to yours." He shut the door with his hand. "We're you following me?"

I look back to the main reason why I had stopped: I thought I saw someone who looked like Niall. I guess technically I was following him... But technically I wasn't.

"No, I wasn't! Look it's late can I just go home?" I asked.

"Sure, Margaret." He seemed skeptical as he opened the door for me.

"Have a good night, stalker." He called out to me, laughing.

"You too, 'no one'." I joked using the label he had given himself earlier. He didn't laugh about this.

I looked back at him before I got in the car to see a completely stern expression on his face as he leaned against the door frame crossing his arms. I drove away, out of that neighborhood as fast as I could.

I checked the clock on my phone to see it read 10 pm. Crap, I thought. My dad is going to kill me.