Dangling

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Niall’s pov-->

“What the fuck?!” I heard her scream out. I could see her, trying to push herself to stand up. I could tell that cheerleader chick became distracted when she saw me make my way over to her.

“Hi I’m Jenny.” She squeaked out, sticking her hand out and flipping her black hair, followed by her scrawny friends, copying her exact motion. I looked at her with disgust. I nudged her to the side and said “Get the fuck out of my way.” I knelt to the ground as all the girls watched me.

“Are you okay?” I said trying to help her up. She looked up at me with so much pain in her face. There were little scratch marks on her face from Jenny slapping her. She shook her head, and I could tell she was about to cry. I grabbed her by both of her elbows. “C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up.” I whispered. Her shirt was torn from the ground and she had several mud/dirt stains on her.

Sydney’s pov-->

I felt like everything was happening so fast. At one point I’m being beat to a pulp, and then in the next second I’m being pulled up and whisked away by Niall. “C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up.” He whispered ever so softly. I looked up at him and nodded, tears brimming my eyes. I could feel my lip tremble, oh how I wanted to cry, but I tried holding it in as best as I can. I don’t want to cry over silly things like this anymore. I feel it’s not even worth my time. And I feel like I’ve been getting better at ignoring it, but maybe I’ve just had it build up inside me for so long, I just broke.

Before I knew it, I was being pushed into an old black pickup truck. I slid into the seat and the door was shut. Because of habit, I put my seatbelt on. I don’t know why I allow this to keep happening. Niall showing up out of nowhere and rescuing me. I don’t even know him. All I know about him is that, from his appearance he seems like some type of bad boy I definitely should not be around. Do you know how many times I would be killed if my mom found out about this? Just being in his car?

When I finally managed to click the seatbelt on me, I hear the driver door slam shut, and a heavy panting. Niall’s just looking straight ahead into the trees. I could tell his jaw was clenched by how protrusive his neck veins were. He’s sexy when he’s angry. He was gripping the steering wheel. His knuckles were turning white.

There was complete silence until he spoke up.

“Those girls were fucking lucky they weren’t lads, or else I probably would’ve beaten the shit out of them.” He sighed out, still gripping the wheel. He finally turned to me; his face was a little red. “I’m sorry they hurt you.” He said in a much more calm tone. I turned away and looked out of the car window.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I spoke up a few seconds later.

“I know but-“ He stopped talking and just let out another sigh.

“I don’t mean to be rude but, why am I in your car?” I said turning my face back to him, and then I look down at my buckle fastened. Boy do I feel stupid.

“I-I don’t know I just wanted to get you away from them. I was going to take you home unless your mom was here or something.” He said putting his keys in the ignition and starting up the car. I nodded, “If you could take me home that would be great.” I said with a small smile. He nodded back at me turning to the front window. I could see a smile on his lips he wasn’t letting come out, but I knew it was there.

“Are you cold?” He asked, as he noticed me pulling down my sleeves.

“Oh. Um no I’m alright, thank you.” I looked down at my feet and my backpack on the floor. Things got awkward for a couple minutes before I blurted out something I probably shouldn’t have. “Why do you care? Like why do you care if some kids beat me up at school? You don’t even know me.” As soon as the last words left my lips, I instantly regretted it.