Addiction ~ A Niall Horan Fan-fiction

Chapter 14: A Goodbye Gift

“Oh, Isobel, don’t be frightened.” Damien grinned, as he continued to push himself towards me.

Words escaped me, I was speechless. What was he doing here?

“Aren’t you going to invite you guest in?” He grinned, as he leant his large hand on the door. It was clear that he wasn’t going away anytime soon.

“Uh, come in. Would you like a cup of tea?” I called to Damien, as I walked towards the kitchen. I feared to look behind me, in case he had followed me.

“No, I thought we could enjoy ourselves in other ways.” I turned around to face him, he was holding a white plastic bag and began shaking it vigorously. I heard the clinking of several bottles in the plastic bag and immediately became intrigued.

“What exactly are you doing here?” I called, as I proceeded towards the sofa.

Damien sat cushioned on my sofa, whilst he placed the tinkling bottles on the coffee table in front of him. He placed two hands behind his head and pushed his two legs out.

“I thought we could get to know each other better. I’d like to see what the rest of those guys see in you.”

I wasn’t sure whether that was a compliment or not. I went against my better judgement and took a seat beside him.

Damien grabbed two drinks from the plastic bag and placed them on the table. He whipped out a pair of keys from his pocket and produced a bottle opener. He flicked both caps off and handed one bottle to me. I graciously accepted and sipped it.

I didn’t understand how I was acting so casual about everything, this was the same guy who had threatened and called me a psycho a few weeks previous. Yet, somehow, I could pretend like nothing happened because he came bearing gifts.

“How’s the arm?” He asked through a mouthful of beer.

“It’s okay, I’m taking painkillers for it. I’m sure I’ll be okay.” I replied.

“I saw what the guys did for you, it was sweet.” There was a strange tone in his voice, but I couldn’t quite figure it out.

“It really cheered me up.” I didn’t feel the need to explain or go into any detail, he was still an enemy – even if he was sat in my sitting room.

“You do know you’ve caused a rift between us.” He sneered. His mood had suddenly changed.

This wasn’t going to be good.

“I didn’t realise this. I’m sorry, I never meant to cause any trouble.” I quavered.

His head jilted to face me, more anger appeared in his eyes as his nostrils flared.

“How about you give me a goodbye gift?” He drawled.

He placed his bottle delicately on the table, before edging towards me. He grabbed my left arm, knowing I couldn’t fight him off with my right.

“G-get off me!” I screeched.

He was now inches away from my face. The stench of alcohol on his breath was overwhelming, I had to keep the urge from choking.

“I want you, little princess, to do me a favour.” He whispered, as he stroked my hair softly with his clammy hand.

I fought the tears that were now appearing at the corner of my eyes, I didn’t want him to laugh at my pain.

“You need to back off, before you cause any more trouble, you little whore.” He spat.

“Get off me!” I screamed.

He continued to ignore my pleas for help, acting oblivious to each word.

“As your reward, baby, how about I give you something good?” He sniggered, as he began tugging at the end of my dress.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but suddenly adrenaline rushed through my body. I brought both legs up to my chest and kicked him as hard as I could. He jumped back in shock.

“Get out of here right now, before I call the police!” I screamed, as I hopped off the sofa and grabbed my mobile laying on the table.

There was a panicked look in his face, as he grasped the plastic bag laying on the table. He ran towards the door and shut it loudly behind him. I heard the thumping of fast feet down the stairs, I knew he was now gone.

I felt my knees buckle from underneath me, as I collapsed to the floor in a bundle of tears. I pulled myself into a ball and continued to sob loudly to myself. All I wanted was someone to be there for me, somebody who cared.

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Authors Note: Oh no :( Not Damien again! Especially when none of the boys are even around. What's going to happen to Isobel now?

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