LoveDrug | n.h

Chapter 7

I just shrugged like it was nothing and the room grew quiet. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. That scar brought back so many memories that I have worked with keeping away. I looked at Niall and he turned his head around meeting my gaze.

"How? How can getting stabbed be nothing?" He was angry. Again.  Was really getting tired of him and his shit. 

"It's none of your business so would you please leave now?" I begged. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Tell me." He demanded for like the hundredth time today. He think he's got some sort of power over me but that was totally wrong. All I wanted was for him to leave and stop asking questions.

"I just got stabbed. Don't remember much." Okay, now that was a lie. I remember every single tiny detail, every single word, every single touch. And not the ones who gives you butterflies, no. The ones who give you night terrors.

*Flashback*

I my hands and legs was still tied up behind the plastic chair and a cloth still around my mouth. My body was full of sweat, drained out of energy and I found it hard to focus on the only source of light in the room. Exhausted and tired. It was so heavy to keep my eyes up but I knew I had to. The room had old brown paint and one lamp dangling from the ceiling. It was one of those ghetto places you could see in horror movies. The door pushed open and I just kept my head down, looking at my lap.

"Hello Princess. Missed me?" The dark voice asked and I shook my head. 

"What was that?" He said and walked behind me. He wrapped his arm around my neck and in the other hand he had something shiny and sharp. Something silver. Something with a blade. I knew what it was right away. A knife.

He played with it for a little while on my cheek before he made quick movement and before I knew it the knife was stabbed into my hip. I could feel the blade touching my hipbone and I cried out in pain. He twisted it a little bit while laughing and then took it out, licking my blood off it. He was pshyco. A freak. All I wanted at that point in my life was to die. I never wanted anything so much in my whole life. He was still laughing and then he disappeared out of the room, slamming the door shut.

*Flashback ended*

"Who did it?" He asked now with a worried eyes . Maybe if I just told him, he will leave me alone.

"My pshyco ex." I told him simply and he moved closer to me.

"What else did he do?"  What the actual fuck? Niall was worried about me? Don't fall for it Lexie! He's just acting. Get your head in the game.

"He tortured me. Abused me. Raped me." I said like it was no big deal but believe me it was. That was the darkest time of my life. I didn't speak to anyone for months nor did I go out. I just sat in my apartment with the door locked and slept with a knife under the pillow just in case he decided to take visit. I know it sounds like I'm crazy but you really change after something like that. So one day I decided that I wasn't going to sit around and be afraid. I took self defence classes and changed my attitude. That's how I got this sassy by the way.

"Are you okay now?" He asked while hugging me. Okay, this was weird. He goes from creepy Niall to horny Niall and now he's caring Niall? It's like a complete different side of him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Please leave. I want to be alone." I said as we pulled apart and I sat there awkwardly on the old leather couch. A grin crept up on his face. Niall's back!

"You really think I'm going to leave after you told me that? Hell no." He said and I groaned. I folded my hands over my chest like a little stubborn child and walked down the hall to my bedroom in hopes that he would just leave on his own.