This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 33

Cleo's P.O.V

"I told you this wasn't over, Cleo." Peter growled as he rushed closer to me. I pushed my weight off of the counter and went back towards the wall. There's no way in hell I can escape. He has the door blocked and me cornered in the wall now. He reaches his hand behind my neck tugging me closer resulting in my slapping him.

Peter grabs my the front of my shirt, fisting it tightly and dragging me into Niall's bedroom. My head smacks against the headboard from being thrown on the bed and I try to kick at Peter's face. It's dizzy, but I can't let him know that I'm still the same weak little Cleo.. I mean, I am..but I don't want him knowing that. I'm unfortunately not as tall as I'd like to be to punch him numerous times in the face without my arm being grabbed and snapped in two.

"Where's lover boy?" He says smirking before trying to pry my bottoms off.

"Don't worry about it." I grit, trying to kick at his face as he crawls up the bed. He pins my ankles and lowers himself down on me. I begin to scream as loud as I possibly can for someone to help me. His hand roams up to cup my breast and the grip he has me in tears, I'm on my "monthly cycle" which pains me ten times more.

"Ask Niall to help you." He says yelling in my face. He knows full well that he isn't here.

"Ask him!" He raises his hand up as if her were going to hit me.

"Leave me alone already!" He does just as I thought he was going to do and slaps me, making me grab my cheek and let out a small whimper. I suck it up and try not to cry. All I can think about is Niall. I don't care if he has items that I need right now. I just need him and only him, but I wasn't going to let Peter get in the way of that.

Niall's P.O.V

I park the car in the driveway. As I walk up to the door I think about how slightly awkward that shopping trip was. I received many odd looks from people. I stick my key in the lock and twist it, opening the door. I turn around and lock the door. I hear Cleo screaming from upstairs and drop the bags and sprint upstairs.

"Please stop!" I hear.

I open the door and was greeted by a punch in the stomach from someone. It hurts, but I don't stumble over like I felt like doing. I duck on the next swing that was aimed for my face and stand up and look her uncle in the eyes.

"Well, well, well. Look who we've got he-" Peter was cut off by a hard punch that I swung at him. He fell over on the ground and to me, that was the perfect opportunity to settle as many punches to him. I do as I was thinking, punching over and over.

I hear Cleo crying on the bed, topless. I only hit her uncle enough to the point where he's blacked out. I get up and run to Cleo. She's shaking on the bed. Her hands are folded across her chest to cover her breasts. I pull her into my chest and hug her tightly.

"Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?" I ramble my questions out of my mouth.

She nods, biting her lip. It's obvious to me that she isn't wanting to cry, but sometimes you have to, butout and I bring her closer to my chest.

"I'm right here, stop crying. Everything is okay." I calm her down, rubbing her bare back. I walk over to the bed and find my shirt that she was wearing and give it to her to put on. I look away from her while she puts the shirt back on. I would sneak a look at her while she's changing, but now was not the time.  

Cleo eventually stops crying but still has her face in my shirt, leaving a sniff every now and then.  

"Niall, I need an... um..." She says with her face still hidden in my shirt.

"Oh, right." I turn around to go downstairs to get the things that I had gotten from the store for Cleo. I was ready to step over her uncle's body that I left in the floor, but he was gone.