it hurts. // n.h.

21- Dad

I was currently on my way to our house to get Niall's stuff. He got in. My baby got in. It freaking sucks and is amazing at the same time. I should've spent more time with him when I had the chance. Now I'm not going to see him in about 2 to 3 months.

I had to get Harry's clothes as well but I honesty didn't mind that he was going to be gone. All he ever did was complain about his job at the bakery and school as well. And then he ate all of my food as well as Niall.

As I slowly pulled up into the drive way I noticed the light was on in Niall's room. I didn't think anything of it. It was probably just Tanner going through Niall's stuff again, trying to find an outfit or something to wear for an outing.

I quickly ran to the house and up to Harry's room first to pack his stuff. I packed a few shirts and some trousers as well has his shoes and necessities.

I zipped up his bag and made my way across the hall to Niall's room to get his stuff. Shortly after twisting the door knob open, my eyes captured someone standing over Niall's bed going through his things. The thing was I had no idea who he was. I restrained myself from screaming and I tried to figure out ways of escaping before the man heard me but it was too late. He was looking right at me.

Before I knew it the man had his arms around my wrist twisting it a bit, I felt a crack and I let out a quiet whimper. He just broke my wrist without even trying.

He forcefully shoved me against the wall, making me grunt out as I hit it on impact, The man took out a pocket knife from his jeans and held it to my throat. Panic spread through out me and I tried to escape the mans tight grasp on me but it was no use. The man chuckled to himself and looked up at me.

"Tryin to escape is no use. Ya ain't goin no where darlin." His thick Irish accent filled the room and I instantly knew who it was.

"I'm gonna ask ya once 'fore tings get ugly. Where. Is. Niall?" He spoke, his breath sending a shiver down my spine as it fanned my cheek. Not to mention he wreaked of alcohol. I couldn't speak or even move for that matter. The fear froze me permanently. I literally turned to stone.

I slowly opened my mouth to talk but nothing but a strange whale sounds escaped. I quickly shut it when I saw the look on his face. No longer was he drunk but he sobered a bit. Usually you'd think he'd get better but he only got worse. Slowly he brought the knife to my arm and pressed it down, applying pressure until it broke the skin and punctured my soft skin.

Blood spewed from the deep cut and I screamed out in pain. His arm let go of me and I slipped into the floor while tears spilled from my eyes. I was now crying out in pain, trying to figure out a plan to get away from Niall's dad. It was no use. He had a knife and I had nothing.

"Now let me ask ya somethin sweetheart? Aren't you 'tat Emma girl that used ta visit me boy often?" He asked getting dangerously close to my face once more. The tears slipped down my cheek as I let out a quick sob. I slowly nodded and tried to speak this time, being able to get something out.

"E-eme-Emelia." I spoke he chuckled a bit before bringing the knife to my cheek.

"Your a pretty one. No wonder me boy liked ya. Too bad he ain't here to save ya now." He spoke before pushing the knife to my red cheek, letting it cut into me a little. I whimpered at the pain that spursed through out my face.

"Where. Is. Niall." He stated. I looked into his eyes before spitting at him. He looked down at the floor and hung his mouth open a bit before wiping his face off with his sleeve. Nialls dad got up as turned around, starting to walk towards the door before stopping and turning around to look at me laying there helpless on the hard wood floor.

He smirked then took a few swift steps before connecting his steel toed boot into my rib. He repeated a few times and the memories of Jesse spread through my brain. I could hear a slight crack and pain waved through my lower chest region. Tears were now forcefully streaming down my face and before I could do anything I started coughing up blood. It spattered all over the floor as I coughed a few more times, making a few drops land onto his boots.

He chuckled and grabbed the knife, bringing it down onto my lower abdominal region and impaling me. The pain was no longer existent. I could feel. No pain, no pleasure. I wasn't crying any longer nor was I angry. I was just in this huge shock from all of the injuries. I knew I had a few cracked ribs, broken wrist, and a definitely impaled lung.

There was a huge pool of blood surrounding me and I began to fall in and out of consciousness. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Again. I thought after Jesse everything would be over. That I would never have to deal with another ass like him again. Guess I was wrong.

I began to fade away. My eyes shut as I smiled a bit. It's a bit ironic if you think about it. I just got my boyfriend back and everything was good. Now I may have the possibility of dying.

Niall's dad stabbed me once more before getting up and walking out of the room. By then my eyes were closed and all the sounds of cars passing by faded away. The last sound I remember was a sweet Irish voice yelling my name and calling out for me. By that time I had already blacked out.