Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 41.

WARNING.... DISTURBING CONTENT.... X

I cans feel my eyes dry up and my blood turn to ice as I stare at the bed now, my body stiffening under the touch run cold; hearing the familiar husky voice whisper in my ear, Grey.

As much as I'd like to turn around, clutching my towel and smack the guy right in the face; I seem to be frozen and dreading the movement to turn around as his arms still wrap around me and his lips linger just under my ear. That was, until his hand moved down to where my towel covers my wet chest tightly.

Turning around slowly, his blue eyes stare down at me admirably. His stubbly facial hair in need for a trim as he casts a large shadow over my entire figure, short compared to his large size hovering over me.

His hands don't leave the sides of my towel, just under my armpit, and my lips start to shake as I stumble over my words, not knowing what to say; feeling more vulnerable in this position now than ever.

"The others are still eating." He whispers again, his voice deep and still husky from when he spoke into my ear earlier.

"If you wouldn't mind..." I press a hand to his chest, motioning with a finger to my clothes and the other on his chest out the door. "I need to change." I stutter.

"He doesn't have to know." Grey speaks right into my face, leaning over me again, as he was much stronger than my one petite hand that pushes him away.

"Who?" I ask, taking a step backwards, feeling my calf hit the wooden board of the bed, taking a minute to catch my balance.

"Niall." He whispers even quieter this time; as if he doesn't want to be heard. "I can make you feel so much better than he could."

Anger and fear mix inside me as he comes closer once again, making me fall back onto the bed, gripping my towel above my breasts so it doesn't fall down.

"No–" I put my free hand on his chest again, trying to push him away, failing miserably as he gets impossibly closer. "I can't do that to him."

"You're supposed to be mine." He lifts his knee onto the bed and uses his fingertips to lift my gaze to his, as he lowers his lips down to mine.

My insides churn inside of me as his lips touch mine, and I could feel the vomit already trying to escape up my throat, pulling my head back as far as it can as his lips move across mine.

I moan in disgust, pushing a little harder on his chest as his tongue escapes his mouth and licks mine, asking for entrance which I deny immediately, turning away from him; a bad choice.

When I turn my head to the side, it gives him full access to my neck, and he starts biting forcefully as he licks all around, trying to claim the space Niall already owns.

"Grey–" I gag, trying to get his head off of my neck, "stop, please." I push a little on his hair, not budging him the slightest bit.

One of his fingers slides up my thighs and lurks down under my towel, reaching the place I least want him. "Grey!" I yell a little louder this time, realizing I can't get out of this myself. "GREY FUCKING STOP!" I scream, his hand scratching the inside of one of my thighs forcefully.

He tries to lunge towards my mouth with his own again before in no time, Steven is at the door of the room, staring at the situation in awe. His mouth in a zero shape and his hands out beside him, grabbing the door frame.

Jackson appearing behind him, pushing one of his arms to the side as anger fills his face and he grits his teeth together aggressively. Grey stands there, clutching his swollen mouth and staring at them; also seemingly angry.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" He screams, running over to me furiously, grabbing Grey by the shirt and shoving him across the room to the other side. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" Jackson screams once again, the veins in his neck straining as he rattles his vocal chords so hard his eyes begin to water also. His hand points and mimics his screams as he aggressively yells at Grey.

Niall runs in now, Jackson moving aside for him; but not far, as Niall searches my face and body, looking to see if I was hurt, trying to calm me down with words as Steven stands there screaming multiple profanities into Grey's face that are barely comprehensible.

"UGH!" Grey groans in frustration, pulling a gun on Niall quickly. "Why does he always ruin everything!" He shouts, cocking it and shaking his hand as the gun doesn't move from where Niall sits in front of me.

"Woah woah woah..." Steven tries to soothe his anger, now reaching out a hand towards his gun.

I stare at Niall, waiting to hear the gunshot so I could throw myself in front of him, blocking the bullet. His face cocks together as the redness begins to grow, and his blue and purple veins begin to rise to the tip of his skin.

"HE FUCKING RUINED IT!" Grey yells, his hair moving around his face as he heaves scarily. "HE PROBABLY KILLED JAMES TOO! IT WAS PROBABLY HIM!" Grey shouts at everyone who has now gathered into the room, looking around to them; expecting agreements, which he doesn't receive.

Niall slams his hands on the sheets of the bed and lunges at Grey, landing a punch right square in the nose; surely breaking it if not screwing it up completely. The taller boy falls to the ground clumsily, Niall wasting no time to beat him further to the ground, blood spurting towards the side of the room with every hard hit Niall presents him with.

Steven pulls Niall off of the boy, Niall spitting right on top of his body as he clutches his bloody knuckles hard and still jitters with anger as he watches Grey squirm on the ground.

Grey finds his way to his feet, throwing up reluctantly onto the wooden floor before him.

"He didn't." Someone says calmly, the whole room practically ignoring their comment completely. "He didn't kill James. I did." The member's voice confidently continues, the room completely silent besides the heavy breathing and heaving from Grey in the middle of the room.

My eyes wander towards the voice, seeing Zayn standing to the side of the bed, not phased by the whole situation, staring Grey's now fucked up face bravely.

"I killed James."