Chapter 31
*6 Months later
Vallory POV
It had been six months since i've seen Niall and the boys. 6 months of persuasion, tears and most importantly, trust. After weeks of persuasion, I finally caved in. Dakota had been pleading me to join the baseball team again. When I was little, I would play baseball all the time. To clear my head, and to keep me occupied, so I tried out for the team and made it. So here I was, standing in the outfield, waiting for the ball to come to me. It was the bottom of the ninth, two outs, and two strikes. Both teams were tied. Wiping sweat from my brow, I put my head in the game. Time stood still as the batter cracked the ball, sending it straight towards me. Jumping up, I caught the winning ball of the season. My teammates developed me in a hug and carried me to the dugout. Grabbing my bag and water, I walked out to meet Dakota. Niall knew about my game, but he wouldn't be home for another week. Sighing, I walked towards my car and lent against the hood. I heard a throat clear, and I lifted my head from my phone to see who it was. Squealing, I threw my bag on the ground and ran towards the blonde boy that I wasn't expecting to see for a week. I jumped on Niall, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me off the ground.I lifted my head from the crook of his neck and placed my lips to his as he sat me down slowly. "I thought you guys weren't going to be in for another week!" I breathed as we broke the kiss. He chuckled, and brushed some hair out of my face and putting it behind my ear. "I had to come see my girlfriend's big game! I wouldn't miss it for the world." I beamed as he held me close. "You saw the whole game? When did you guys get in?" I asked, staring into his blue orbs. "Of course I saw the whole game! And we got in just a couple hours ago. Speaking of 'them' where are the boys?" He asked, looking around the field. I shrugged and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his cheek. "Dakota is missing too. I don't know where she went off to." He nodded. "I'm going to get my phone from the car, i'll be right back." He breathed, pressing kisses to my lips, causing me to giggle. I pushed him away and watched as he jogged across the parking lot. I bit my lip, staring at the ground. I was so happy he was back.
I took my phone out, sending Dakota a text, letting her know I found Niall and that the game was over. I honestly didn't think my game meant that much to Niall. I was constantly told by guys that girls can't play baseball, or that we aren't as skilled as they are, and we should just quit while we were ahead. My thoughts were interrupted by a throat clear. Slightly annoyed, I slid my phone back in my pocket and faced the thought destroyer. I gasped at who was stood in front of me as her voice rang out, scratching my ears with the sound it made. I glared at her. This person, was not on my favorites list, nor will she ever. The girl stood infront of me was the reason for my cutting. The reason I got suspended from Middle School. The reason everyone hated me at school. The girl stood in front of me was Cheyenne. The bitch I always got into fights with. "Hello, Vallory. Nice seeing you again." Her annoying voice spoke. This was going to get real ugly, real fast. "Fuck you." I spat. We had a past, and not a pretty one. She would spread these rumors about me, then be afraid to own up to it. Our first fight was one I would definitely remember. She brought around fifteen people, all around the age of seventeen, or eighteen. I was trapped. Scared. The only person there for me was my best friend at the time. Brooke. I was thirteen years old, and was in eighth grade. We have been in over three fight, and she still hasn't learned her lesson. "That's cute. Any other lame comebacks you would like to use on me?" She grinned. She brought around five teenagers, all around my age. There were three girls and two muscular guys. I wasn't intimidated what so ever. I crossed my arms and sighed as she stepped closer to me. I was about to form my reply, when Niall walked over. "Hey babe." He breathed, hugging me from behind. I shrugged him off as he looked up. Confusing was lacing his tone as he spoke. "Babe, who's this?" I glared at her as she spoke, twirling her hair in her finger. "Oh, were good friends, aren't we, Vallory?" I laughed at her response. "Friends? Nah. Never. You disgust me. You should leave before you make a bigger fool out of yourself." I spat, inching closer to her. Niall protectively tightened his grip around my waist, holding me back from her. "I think i'm good here, right guys?" She spoke out the crowd, earning cheers from them. "I suggest you leave. Now." Niall cut in. I was taken aback by his response, but nodded in agreement. She laughed and faced her "friends." and began speaking to them. "Who wants to see me this pussy's ass?" She yelled out, everyone cheered, except for Niall and I. "Come on, hit me. Do it. I'm not scared." Niall held me even tighter as her words rolled off her tongue. I tried to push forward, but Niall was too strong. "Too scared? How about I start." And with that, she threw a punch to my face. I nodded in response, taking in what just happened. Niall's mouth was wide open as she backed up. "Hit me again, I dare you." I spat, spitting in her face. She wiped at her cheek and stepped up to me again, sending another hit to my right cheek.
Anger rose up in me as I ripped out of Niall's arms. He was too shocked to stop me. I lunged for her face, sending right hooks to her cheek. She fell back and I saw this as my opportunity. Jumping on her, I straddled her in between my legs so she couldn't get up. I repeatedly send punches to her face. Everything went black. Hit, after hit, after hit, was sent straight to her. It felt amazing. I felt in control. Blood smeared from her nose and onto my knuckles. I felt arms wrap around me, pulling me from her body, but I wasn't obeying. I kept hitting her. All the pain I ever felt was now being transferred to her. I'm glad she is feeling pain. Another pair of arms tugged at me, but failed. All those times I worked out. All the boxing, the self defence classes, the training. All of that was finally paying off. A third pair of arms tugged at me, this time, lifting me off her limp body. She hopped up off the ground and held her nose and bent down in pain. I was being dragged away by somebody, I didn't know who. "This isn't over, Vallory." She spat, holding her head back to stop the blood. I laughed at her as she walked away. Dakota was the first to say something. "Great job baby girl. I knew you could do it." She praised as she held me in a tight hug. I rubbed my bloody knuckles against my pants and faced the boys, with a grin on my face. My smiled faded when I saw their angry, and hurt expression. I walked towards Niall, but he stepped away from me. Was he scared of me? Was I that tough? I looked at them confused as Niall sighed. "What the hell was that? You could've killed her! Then what? God, Vallory. You really need to think before you act. That was the dumbest thing I think i've ever seen you do. What is wrong with you?" Tears sung at my eyes, threatening to fall. "I stuck up for myself. For once, I wasn't the loser laying underneath her. I was on top. I was in control. You're not proud of me?" He looked to the ground as I shook my head in disbelief. "Vallory, wait.." Dakota said, but it was too late. I shoved past Niall and began running. I don't know where I was going, but I kept running, hoping to escape the world. Tears were pouring down my face, just like the rain as I crossed the main road. "Vallory! Watch out!" Dakota yelled, but it was too late. The last thing I heard was a horn honking, then a bright white flash. Everything went black after that as I flew over the speeding car that ran right through me.
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