Rescue Me (Niall Horan) (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 17: Believe

Tara P.O.V

Help.

I need that more than anything right now. For the love of god, I'm innocent. Why do they not believe me.. Because Ryan told them other wise. Somehow he convinced Zayn I was the bad guy.

Niall must have been able to tell them something by now. Surely he found SOMETHING to write with. It's not that hard. Maybe he's explaining everything right now. Maybe there calling the police right now and telling them the truth.

That I was framed.

I sat up from the bench which was now my bed and looked at the shitty cell that is my new 'home'. Seriously. I thought my life couldn't get any worse, but I was wrong.

Honestly I would give anything to have everything back how it was. Even if it meaned I was Ryan's puppet. I don't care. I just can't survive here.

I've spoken to an attorney they provided considering I couldn't afford one myself. He told me that there was very little he could do. The only thing I could hope for was a sympathetic jury and a lenient judge who would reduce my sentence.

They had already sealed my fate. All they talked about was getting justice. Well what about my fucking justice. I'M BEING FUCKING FRAMED OVER HERE!

I've begged everyone I've spoken too to have a chance to talk to Niall. But apparently he's on bed rest and he can't leave his room. And even if he could, they wouldn't let him near, and I quote, "A whore like you."

That stung. I've heard it from my boyfriend countless times and I can brush it off, but now to have the law enforcements against me? I can't handle it.

"Tara Allen. You have a visitor. Follow me." I sprung up from my 'bed' and quickly followed the guard down to a visitation centre. "This is highly irregular, but he demanded to speak to you."

My eyes perked up in hope. Maybe, just maybe it was Zayn. Maybe he's come to his senses and realised that what they were saying about me was an outrageous lie.

I watched as that dream was stomped on and trampled by the presence of the one and only person I hoped never to see again. Ryan.

"Why the hell are you here. Haven't you destroyed my life enough." I saw him smirk.

"Whatever are you talking about love? Can't I just come and support my girlfriend in her time of need?" He replied in a mocking tone as her gently stroked my cheek. My hands were cuffed to the table, other wise I would have kicked his ass for even showing up.

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me. You fucking think you can pull something like this, and even consider us dating. No. You started losing me when you first punched me. I stayed with you out of fear. My mistake. We were never a real couple. Get out of my life forever." I growled at him making him step back.

"Obviously you don't particularly care for me right now. That's find. I can't stand your winy ass anyways. When I'm through with my testimony, you'll be lucky if you get out of jail by the time your eighty." With that her turned and left me shocked.

Would I really be in jail for that long? I can't handle this. I need Niall.

Niall P.O.V

I swear if someone doesn't give me something to fucking write with I'm going to go all leprechaun on their asses.

They take turns watching me to make sure I don't get out of bed. And I'm seriously sick of it. Are they that clueless? Ya I can't talk, but HELO! I HAVE TWO PERFECTLY USUABLE HANDS RIGHT HERE!!

".Hey Ni. How you feeling." Zayn came in as Harry left. I gave him an evil glare. If he asks me that one more time.. "I know you might be a little disoriented right now, but you'll be fine once that girl is put away."