Niall's Neighbor

Chapter 2

I walked inside the house, assessed the mess, and got to work. I was a very clean person, and liked to keep the house in good shape so I didn't have to do very much when it came time to actually clean. Having experience as a cleaner with my mom as a teenager taught me that it was very important to keep your house organized. I started in the kitchen, grabbing my phone and putting on music. While I worked, Lana Del Rey's unreleased songs came on. i decided to sing along, not caring if anybody heard or that I probably sounded terrible compared to her.

"Baby i'm a sociopath, sweet serial killer, on the war path, cause i love you just a little to much" I sang, cleaning the countertops and dancing around like an idiot. "You can see me drinkin cherry coke, sweet serial killer, I left a love note, since you know I love the thrill of the rush" As soon as the song finished I was done with the kitchen. I moved on to the living room, which I had nothing to do in except dust and fix the pillows.

The entire house was clean after an hour. I sat down to watch some tv, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Jacob.

-almost home what are we having for dinner-

I looked at the text and my smile faded. Not even a hey babe, or an apology, just a fucking phrase that sounded rude as hell. I replied and asked if it was okay if we had pizza, since we hadn't in a few months.

-what the fuck ever go ahead and order pizza you lazy ass-

-go eat at your friends house if you don't want pizza, it's my house and it's my money and I'm going to do whatever I want with it-

-fine but I'm not driving you to work tomorrow, have fun eating with your fuck buddy, I know he's over there-

What the actual fuck. I had just met Niall today! How was he going to say that to me? Accuse me of cheating, once again?

-actually Niall isn't here, and hes not my "fuck buddy", but good idea, I need somebody to eat with. Good luck getting in the house tonight-

-are you locking me out-

-yes.-

-you stupid bitch you will regret it-

-whatever Jacob-

-Don't you "whatever" me. Take a look at the scar on your stomach and remind yourself what I can do to you.-

-I'm still locking you out. Goodbye-

I ordered the pizza and walked over to Niall's house. I debated whether or not to ask him, because I knew it would make jake pissed. But who cares what he thought? Not me. I knocked on the door and hoped for an answer.

A sweaty Niall answered the door, wearing a wife beater and jeans. I tried my best not to check him out, but my god he was hot.

"Will you, uh, eat dinner with me? I ordered pizza," I stuttered. He gave me a small smile and nodded his head. "Of course I will!" He walked outside and we headed back to my house. I let him in and locked the door behind me. He looked back confused.

"So he can't get inside" I explained. He nodded cautiously in response.

"Did you get into another fight?" He asked.

"Um, yea, but it's not a big deal," I looked down, scared of what he would want to know.

"I don't want to get into your business," he looked at me with his amazingly blue eyes " but can you tell me what it was about?"

Instead of answering him, I went to jakes messages and threw Niall the phone. I regretted it the moment the phone left my hands, but there was nothing I could do. He scrolled through the messages, each one that he read got him angrier and angrier. He looked up at me, fuming. His eyes were a dark blue, almost black color. I assumed he got to the text about the scar.

"What scar is he talking about?" He gritted through clenched teeth.

"It's nothing you need to be worried about, Niall. I have it under control," I tried reasoning.

"This relationship isn't healthy, Kieran!"

"But-"

He kept persisting.

"Fine!" I shouted, lifting up my shirt to reveal the mark from the knife. It had gone from just below my bra to just under my belly button. His eyes traveled down to it, and he gasped in shock of the size of the scar. He dropped the phone. I started tearing up. I shouldn't have showed him. He was going to call the police, nothing would be okay. I would have to tell them everything, and I wasn't comfortable doing that.

"How did that happen?" He asked, and even from my blurred vision I could tell he was worried.

"He um, grabbed a knife and sort of cut me with it"

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FLASHBACK

Jacob had found me lying in the alley a few hours later. I could barely walk, my lip was busted, and my eyes were swollen shut. I knew he had been drinking, and explaining to Him what had happened wasn't going to turn out well. He went out of control when he drank, and you couldn't reason with him, or else he became abusive.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" He asked, pulling into the driveway.

"Babe, I don't even know! They just came up and started-" I was cut off by my own tears.

He slammed down on the steering wheel. "Bullshit!" He yanked my arm and pulled me out of the car, shoving me into the house. He slammed the door behind him, going into the kitchen and grabbing the butcher knife. "Tell me the truth, Kieran. I will stab you with this knife if you lie," he chuckled evilly.

"I'm not lying, Jacob! I swear, I swear!" I screamed, sobbing in the corner of the front room.

He didn't believe me. He lifted up his hand, and brought it down to my stomach, cutting it wide open. I screamed in a mixture of pain and shock. I looked down, to see a trail of blood all the way down my torso. Jacob was scrambling to get out of the house. I couldn't move, and I couldn't see, so getting help wasn't an option. Instead, I threw my head back and screamed as loud as possible.

I woke up the next morning in the hospital.

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FLASHBACK OVER

I looked up to see Niall in tears. Hell, i was on the verge of sobbing again too. He was frightened by what I had just told him, I knew that much. But I couldn't get him involved with what was going on. He didn't deserve what he would get if he ever knew the full story.

We ate in silence, the sound of us chewing the pizza being the only sound in the house. I was nervous of any questions he would ask me, or what was going through his mind.

"I'm sorry Niall, I shouldn't have invited you over," I said, trying to break the very awkward silence.

"No, it's alright, Hun. But can I ask, who else knows about-" he started.

"My boss. You're the only other person I've told, and I don't know why I told you, because I don't want you to get in this mess, and if he finds out that I've told anybody, he might hurt you and I don't want that to happen." I explained.

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We spent another twenty or so minutes talking about our lives. It was good to get to know him some more, to focus on something else other than what happened. But I was still very nervous about whether Jacob was coming back or not.

"Niall, I don't want to be a burden to you, but can I stay with you tonight? Ill sleep on the couch or whatever, I just don't want-"

"That's fine with me," he smiled.

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End of Chapter 2.

It feels like I'm explaining too much too fast.

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