Exit Wounds- A Niall Horan Fan-Fiction

Chapter 14

Nani’s POV:

                I was curled up in a ball on the bed laying down and thinking about how much I probably hurt Niall. Where did he even go? And was he ever going to come back? Maybe I deserved to be left here to rot and die.

                My thoughts were interrupted by his car door slamming shut. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window to see Niall’s car with a large dent in it and him with an alcohol bottle, swaying and stumbling his way to the door. He was wasted. I ran down the stairs and he opened the door. I stood at the edge of the stairs nervously wondering if he was mad at me or if he was too drunk to remember.

                Niall took the last gulp of the large bottle of gin and tossed it aside, letting its shards of glass spill over the floor. My heart was racing as he looked up at me. Sadness flashed in his eyes but it was soon replaced by anger, and then by a haunting smirk plastered to his face. He walked over to me and his body tripped and fell on me, pushing me firmly against the wall as I let out a yelp.

                He let out a dark laugh and pulled himself up but kept his body firmly pinning me into the wall. My breathing quickened as I smelled overwhelming amounts of alcohol coating him. Maybe I would suffocate from the smell before he could harm me. His hands grazed my thighs as he towered over me, smirking and watching me with intent eyes.

                I tried to push his hands away but his hand raised and slapped me as hard as he could. I would have fallen to the ground but his hips were drilling into mine. Tears rolled down my face as I realized what he was most likely about to do. “P-Please stop! I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hit you earlier!” I shrieked as his hands moved to my waist.

                He smirked dangerously and leaned his head in close so his lips brushed over my love bite that he gave me 2 days ago. I winced as his tongue outlined it slowly and then he sucked his way up to my neck, puffing his hot breath on each fresh love bite.

                 He then pushed his body into mine and I whimpered as his tone came out heartless and cold. “If I’m just as heartless as your putrid ex then why don’t I show you how much of a monster I can really be? You really should have said you were afraid of me Nani.” He said it slowly as traces of alcohol clung to every word. Why was he so intent on having me be scared of him? I tried to get away but he just grabbed me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder.

                I kicked and screamed at the top of my lungs desperately trying to get away from him. He just laughed and threw me onto the bed as he straddled me. He fisted my shirt with both of his hands, slowly ripping the fabric. My eyes widened at his action and I desperately pushed at his chest trying to get him off of me but he was too strong.

                “Stop, Niall please don’t do this!” I screamed as tears started to flood my vision. He slammed his fist into my stomach then causing my eyes to fly open and me to scream out in pain. My entire stomach instantly felt like it was bruising and what scared me most is; I knew that wasn’t all of his strength. I screamed louder and he slammed his hand over my mouth and he slowly grinded his hips hard into mine.

                His weight was too much and it was getting harder to breathe as he leaned into me making my body move slightly with his. He smirked and grinded harder and I screamed through his hand. I closed my eyes tightly and as soon as I felt his weight shift off of me to undo his pants I forced my knee into him in the groin as hard as I possibly could and darted towards the bathroom as he fell to the ground with a groan.

                “Hey fucking get back here!” He yelled at me from the floor as he was double over, straining his voice for words that came out slurred anyway. I didn’t listen, I just ran to the bathroom and slammed the door and locked it as fast I possibly could.

                My heart raced incredibly fast and tears poured down my face as I sunk to the ground with a soft thud. Tears cascaded down my cheeks and I shook violently. Flashbacks of what Jake used to do to me circled in my mind and I closed my eyes tightly as I sobbed into my knees. I heard Niall get up and I just crawled into the bathroom and shut my eyes as tightly as possible trying to block him out.

                My stomach and my cheek both burned in agonizing and excruciating pain shot through me. It felt like someone had a grip on my stomach and was wringing it out like a towel. I cried harder as I recognized the pain and I rested my hand over the already dark bruise now placing itself on my stomach.

                I felt my cheek with my other hand but it was too bad. It was just pretty numb. I felt like I was about to give in…. give in to Niall…. Give in to the pressure…..give into the world. But then I repeated the same thing that has gotten me through all of the other years:

                I will never give up or give in to my enemies because success is the best revenge. I won’t show Niall my pain, and I certainly will not tell him I was scared of him even thought that was the only thing running in my mind right now. I won’t give them that satisfaction.

I won’t.