Barely Breathing

Chapter 8: Their jobs.

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 Once I realized there were people among us I looked around to study their faces; there is a boy with a black Mohawk in the passenger seat, a boy with a shaved head sitting next to me, a boy with brown hair that is messily brought to the side, and a boy with curly hair driving. Is that Harry?!?! I almost choke on my saliva, how could Niall have him in the car with me? Who am I kidding; I don’t even know the kid. I glance at Niall for a moment before taking out my phone and glaring at my text messages, they are from my parents.

*Presley! Honey where are you? Your dad called me and told me you left! Homey please don’t do whatever you are doing!* said Jamie.

*Presley where did you go? Did you leave with that Niall kid?* says Brent

They don’t understand what it feels like, how should they understand? They aren’t me. I am a broken, worthless, fat, ugly, teenager that shouldn’t have been born, but sadly I was. I feel the need to cut; I feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I hate myself, I am worthless.

“Presley, let me introduce you to everyone.” Says Niall as he lightly taps me on the shoulder.

“Sounds good.”  I say as I wipe my eyes, I hate crying in front of people, that is for me when I am safe in my room, when no one can hear my cries for help.

“Well for starters the driver here is Harry, you already met him of course.” He says through a chuckle, I don’t find it amusing.

“Just continue.” I snap.

“Okay, okay. Calm down sweet cheeks.” He says still laughing, and then he continues. “The passenger here is Zayn, that bald headed baby next to you is Liam, and behind us here is my good ole pal Louis.” He says with a smile towards each of his friends.

“Is everyone here in your ‘gang’” I say using my fingers to quote the word gang, he could just be crazy.

“Yes, they are all the best at what they do.” He says as he places his arm around my shoulder, I try to move away but he holds me tighter, not letting me move.

“Which is what?” I say as I finally get out of his grip, creep.

“Well Harry here is the gun expert; he could shot you right in the pupil from five miles away. I am not lying either, I have seen it.” He pauses to check my reaction which is blank before continuing; “Zayn is our expert on fighting, he could snap a dude’s neck that is twice his size in about three seconds max. Liam is our head drug dealer, he is a people person and manages to never get beat up when making deals, something I can’t say for myself.” he take a deep breath. “Louis is our sniper, he stays low when we do our jobs and if things go wrong he takes out or enemies and we get out of there safe and sound.” He is crazier than I thought, but I want to know more, a part of me almost believes him.

“And do you do?” I ask him before I can stop myself; I am feeding into his lies.

“I am the torture king, I am the guy they call when someone needs to talk but won’t. I get anyone to tell me anything.” He gives me a sky smile and stretches out in the car, looking pleased with himself.

“Where are we going?” I ask after five minutes of no one talking.

“Our place.” Says Zayn as he turns to face me. Wow, he is quite attractive.

“And what are we going to do there?” I ask him, trying to stop myself from drooling all over myself.

“We are having our usual party. Nothing big.” He says and turns around. A PARTY?!?

“I don’t go to parties.” I say, I want to go home.

“Well today you are babe.” Says Niall as he leans up.

I am NOT ready for this.