Mine (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine: Going Home (Kim's POV)

Chapter Nine: Going home

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Kim’s POV

“Ethan, please stop this! This isn’t you!” I yell while sobbing. “Please. You loved me at one point, if you did, you’d want me happy even if it wasn’t with you. I’d want that for you.” I say hugging my knees as close as I possibly could to my body.

The room is dark and freezing. It’s like we’re in a freezer. I can see my own breath and I don’t even know how I got here.  Niall must have not been around. I hope he wasn’t. Ethan could have hurt him. I couldn’t live with myself if I let that happen.

I look to Ethan and I can barely see the outline of his face that’s reflecting off the light from an old tv in the corner of the room. He turns to me and grins a malicious grin. He walks up to me and I tense and push myself against the wall even harder.

“Ow!” I yell feeling his fingers digging into the sides of my neck.

“Get up, bitch. I want you to see something.” He says dragging me towards the tv and throwing me onto the cold, hard ground in front of it.

I look to the tv and see a body being wheeled out in a body bag and a gurney.

He comes up behind me and wraps his nasty arms around my lower waist. “That’s gonna be you when I’m done with you.”

I’m about to say something back when the news reporter catches my attention.

“We’re extremely sad  to confirm the death of our very beloved Irish One Directioner. Niall Horan was found dead a few hours ago and seems to be a victim of a murder. His girlfriend, Kimberly was not found at the crime scene. We don’t  know what could have happened to her but we do know Niall recently signed his will and gave Kimberly over 80% of his fortune and the rest to his family. She is indeed a suspect of the crime as some people seem to believe she killed him for her share of his fortune. Updates to come.”

I don’t know how I feel right now. Sad, my one true love is gone? Hurt? Upset? Angry? Devestated? All of those are understatements. I forcefully get myself out of Ethan’s grip and face him.

“You did this didn’t you? You killed him and framed it on me?!” I yell so loudly and full of anger that even he flinches in fright.

He quickly recomposes himself before replying. “You’re not as stupid as you used to be.”

That’s when I’ve had enough. I swing hard and him right on the jaw and while he’s landing on the ground, I hear a crack and I don’t think it came from me. I jump on top of him and before I know what I’m doing, I see myself grabbing a handful of his hair and banging his head as hard as I can on the concrete ground repeatedly.

“Kim! Stop!” I faintly hear but I ignore it. Too mad to stop and the adrenaline of finally ending the person who ruined me is pumping through my veins and not wanting me to stop.

I see all the blood and how his body went completely limp and I know… It’s done. I stand up and I just then realize what I just did.

I killed someone. This isn’t me.

Oh my god. I’m going to go to jail and be there until I die. I can’t do that. As all the thoughts are running through my head of what I just did, they’re cut short by getting hit by a ton of water that came out of nowhere.

I shoot up on the bed coughing and gagging. I open my eyes but the light blinds me leaving me no choice but to keep them closed. I feel a hand softly rubbing my back and someone cooing in my ear that everything’s going to be okay. They have no idea how that it’ll only get worse.