Taking Chances

Chapter 22

HEY HELLO PEOPLE. So, like i said before school just started for me, ive been really usy lately, with schooland soccer. plus my social life ive been havign a really hard time.... BUT i will still continue Taking Chance i have a bunch of ideas and i;m so exicted to write about it! Follow me on instagram @Halley__Schroeder and KIK me @Let_There_Be_Hope            .Feel free to contact me! Please Vote and Comment! i love you all.    Halley xxx

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"It’s my sketch book, now can I have it back?” I say, my patience wearing thin. He doesn’t answer me, instead he sits back down on my bed and begins to flip through the pages. “Niall stop. They aren’t any good.” I attempt to snatch the book out of his hands again, but like last time I fail. He immediately stops when he recognizes his own face drawn on to the white paper. “What’s this?” he asks, looking up at me. I slam my head in my hands, in pure embarrassed. I never intended for Niall to see those. “Hey,no.” He says, tossing to sketches on the ground and standing up. He places his hands under my chin and lifts my head up. “They are amazing. And I’m flattered you drew me.” He smiles. I mutter a small thank you and I sit on top of my bed. “You aren’t still mad at me are you?” Niall joins me on the bed. “I don’t know. You were being a dick. And Addison told m-.” I was cut off my Niall, “Addison? What did she tell you?” His voice afraid and nervous. “She agreed with me. that we were, are a dick.” I mutter. “Why? What do you think she told me.” “Oh. Nothing. I’m tired.” He fake yawns. “Okay, bye.” I point to the door. “Oh come on. Let me stay the night. I can’t drive home, I’m still drunk.” His words come out slightly slurred. “Ugh, fine. But you’re sleeping on the floor.” “Fine.” He whines. I toss him a couple of blankets and pillows. He gets himself situated and he finally lays back pillow and he crosses his hands behind his head and looks up at me. “Aren’t you going to turn off the light?” I groan, but I sit up and reach for the light switch, flicking it off. Darkness soon fills the room and all I can hear is my heartbeat beating at a steady beat. “Goodnight Jade.” Niall whispers into the dark. I don’t find myself responding to him, instead I rest my head on the pillow and I drift off into pure darkness.

*** I see myself walking down the stairs of my old house. It seems so real. It smells just like it used to. Filled with empty beer cans and cigarette butts litter the floor. I can hear muffled screams coming from the living room. I silently make my way down to the living. Only to see my dad stuffing a couch pillow in my sisters face. I cover my mouth to silence my cries. I step back, hiding behind the corner of the living room wall. I peeked around the corner, I saw my dad hit my sister. I could hear faint scream leave from underneath the pillow. I couldn’t help but burst out in tears. Watching my sister get beaten right in front of my eyes. “Daddy, stop it! You’re hurting her!” I screamed. I shouldn’t have said that, by the look on his face. He drops the pillow from his hand and my sister looks at me with tears in her eyes. “Don’t you hurt her!” My sister yells. But that doesn’t stop my dad, he’s walks over to me and he smacks me across my face and I drop to the floor already almost unconscious. “Dad! No, stop!!” My sister pleas with my dad. He still doesn’t listen, he grabs me by my hair and slams my head into the wall. I could feel the blood dripping down from head and onto my face. “Don’t you ever disrupt me again. You worthless pig.” He spits in my face. But it’s too late, I slipping away into pure darkness.

** I shot up in bed, with heavy pants leaving my mouth. Sweat is dripping down from my forehead. I’m shaking from the nightmare, but memory I just had seconds earlier. It seemed so real, like I was reliving it. I look at my clock to check the time and the red bright light is flashing 3:51 AM. I lay back down to try to go back to sleep, but it’s no use. Every time I close my eyes I see my dad’s face. I sit up in bed and think. Fuck, this I need some air. I slip out of my blankets and carefully step over Niall’s sleeping body. I pull on some tan uggs and I grab the blanket off my bed. I look down at Niall and admire his sleeping figure. He looks so peaceful. The moonlight is reflecting off his perfect features and light snores escape his mouth. He looks so damn cute. I shut the door to my room and I climb the steps up to the roof. I open the door leading up to the staircase, followed by the roof’s main door. I trudge up the steps, draping the blanket over my shoulders and bundling it closer to my body providing me warmth. I finally reach the top of the stairs and I exit the staircase through the roof door. The cool breeze awakens me more and the sky is dark but the stars and the street lamps provide me small distant light. I sit down on the ledge overlooking the city. The buildings are lit up with their lights and the city looks absolutely amazing. It looks so peaceful and the small buzz coming from cars driving around on the street give me a comfortable vibe. The wind is blows my hair out of face and it send chills up my arms. I hug the blanket tighter. I bring my knees to my chest and I rest my head on my knees. I hear the door creak open, I pray that it’s Niall and not some murderer. I hug my knees tighter against my body. Soon enough I feel strong arms wrap around my body. “What are you doing out here.” His voice is husky and sleepy. “I couldn’t sleep.” “Nightmare?” “Reality.” “I’m sorry.” He whispers, fitting his head in my neck. Leaving a lingering kiss. I close my eyes and enjoying the moment. “I heard the door open and I saw that you left.” “I need some air.” “Please, don’t ever leave me.” “Don’t give me a reason to.” “That meant be hard.” “Why is that?” “jade, I need to tell you somet-.” He’s cut off by a smashing sound. We both look down below us and we see few guys leaving a bar and one dumbass is throwing his empty beer bottles at the wall. “Dumbass.” “That’s me when I’m drunk.” Niall laughs. “What were you saying? You needed to tell me something?” “Oh, about that Jade.” He pauses to look at me. I smile at him to reassure him to continue. “Do you want to go get some breakfast? We probably won’t be going back to sleep anyhow.” He looks away. “Okay. Let’s get ready.” I mumble, jumping down from my spot. “Here.” Niall bends down. “What?” “Hop on my back.” I do what he says and I jump onto his back. He piggy backs me all the way down the stairs and into my room. He throws me onto of my bed and he jumps on top of me. “Hey!” I shout. “What?” He lets out a laugh. “Get off me.” I try to push him off me but he wouldn’t budge. “Kiss me and I’ll get off you.” Not this again. “This again?” I raise an eyebrow. “Yup.” He pops out the p. Having no other choice I lean into Niall’s body and I find his lips trapped onto mine. Our lips move in sync with each other and I soon find Niall’s tongue begging for entre. Agreeing to Niall’s request I open my mouth slightly and Niall doesn’t hesitant a second to push forward his tongue. He finally pulls away and looks at me in the eyes. “You do know that I like you.” Guilt written across his face. His hand travels down to his pocket and he fidgets with something but I don’t really think anything of it. “Yeah. I know.” “Well do you like me.” “What are we in? Grade school again?” I giggle. “Just answer the question.” He says sternly. “Yes. Yes I like you. A lot quite frankly.” “Good.” His hand travels back down to his pocket and it comes into view seconds later. His phone. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. Needed to check something.” “Go get ready. I’ll be right back.” His mood suddenly changes and he gets off of me and walks out the door, slamming it behind him. Well someone’s one their period, geez. I turn on my curling iron and I get out all my makeup. I notice a pimple is starting to form on my forehead so I cover that up with foundation and I apply powder to the surface of my face. I curl my lashes and I apply several coats of mascara to my lashes, darkening them and making them thicker and longer. I streak a silvery grey eyeliner on my waterline and it makes my eyes pop. I take my time curling every inch of my hair and fix it the way I want it to be. I strip out of my clothes and I slip on some light gray yoga pants, a crème white long knitted sweater and some light tan uggs to fit the outfit well. I feel so comfortable and so warm. I check the time and it’s already almost 6. How long has Niall been gone?  I grab my bag from off the floor and I pile all my books and notebooks into my bag, I slip my phone, wallet and keys into my bag as well. the usual standard stuff. I open the door to reveal Niall about to turn the knob. “Oh. Um. Hi.” “Hi.” I mutter. “You look nice.” He glances me up and down. I take my turn and I check him out. He’s wearing a black and yellow Nirvana shirt, paired with some tight dark blue jeans and some black converse high tops. He can really rock those high tops. He looks so damn good.