~ Stuck ~ (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

~Angelica's P.O.V~

Ughhh. What is happening to me? Have i become this lovesick girl who can't tell anyone how she feels about a guy she really likes. Yep. I have. Because this lovesick girl's best friend also likes this guy. Sigh. I've tried to be happy for Bree and Niall, I really have, but i can't get over the fact that my feelings for Niall have kind of ah...developed over the past few days. He was nothing but cute and charming this entire time and it kind of breaks my heart the way Niall looks at Bree. UGHHH WHY CAN'T I JUST BE HAPPY FOR THEM AND MOVE ON?! Thats it. I need a break. I stare at the clock above my bed. It reads '11:26'. Oh joy. Ive been up for 3 hours thinking about this situation in my head. Ugh, i need to get out of here. I rack through the places that i could possibly go here....OH I KNOW! Boy do i need a drink. I saw a bar we passed by when we were driving here, i think i deserve a couple shots tonight.

I peer over at the bed and find Bree fast asleep. I turn off all the lights and head into the bathroom. AHHHH. i look like a freaking monster. I apply concealer under my eyes and....all over my face. I put on heavy mascara and eyeliner and then line my lips in a bright red lipstick. I head over to my suitcase and at the very bottom is a tight sequined gold dress that i brought for special occasions only but ehh you know what, at the moment i didnt care.

I brush my hair as best as i can and slip into the dress, along with a pair of silver pumps.

I grab a purple clutch and throw in a wad of cash, my phone, and my hotel card, and i'm off!

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"TAXI!!!!!" I wave my hands around like an idiot and finally a yellow cab stops in front of me. I step into the passengers seat, "Uhmm Eastside Bar please." (A/N: im pretty sure this isnt a real place but just go with it haha)

The taxi driver nods and hits the gas pedal. A few minutes later, we arrive in front of the blue tinted bar and i pay the fare. I walk into the doors of the bar and soon my nostrils are filled with the scent of sweaty dancing people, booze, and heavy perfume.

I head over to the stools and call over the bartender, "give me something strong, please."

The bartender nods, "Long night?"

"Uhm in my mind, i guess."

The bartender takes out a shot cup and pours in a blue liquid and hands it to me. I put my lips against the cup and drink it. The cool liquid slides down my throat and hits my stomach. My mouth and throat burn but the sensation is just what i need. I think i order like 10 more of those soon after...

Before i know it, im on top of the counter, dancing to the fast distasteful pop music. I had a bottle of beer in one hand and my sweaty hair was matted to my forehead but i didnt care, i continued to move my hips to the beat.

I feel a hand clutch my butt. I squeal and smack the hand away.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" I glare down at the person. He is a man, maybe in his mid-twenties. He has on black jeans and a black hoodie, his hair was a sandy brown color and he was wearing a smirk on his face.

"Come with me." The man tugs on my hand and i swat it away again and this time, he looks a little pissed off.

"No, i dont want to go anywhere with you!" I stomp my heel on the counter, which caught the attention of a few people nearby.

"Don't be like that, baby, i just want to have a little fun." The man wraps his arms around my waist, yanking me off the counter and against his chest.

"No, p-please!" I try to blink away the salty tears running down my face as i struggle to get out of his grip.

"My name's Alan." The man yanks me outside. The cool air helps a little with the burning state my body was in. "Whats your name, love?"

I press my lips together and he snorts, yanking my hair so i follow him. I yelp as he throws me onto the ground of a dark alleyway.

"W-w-what do you want with me, A-alan?" I whimper as he pulls me up by my neck and my back hits the side of a brick building. He traces his finger against my jawline and ignores my question, slamming his lips onto mine, hardly. He forces his tongue into my mouth and he roams around. I keep squirming against his grip and he finally slips his tongue out of my mouth. I take a deep breath and regain some of my strength back. I use all the last strength i had left in my body and punched him right in the jaw. He stumbles back slightly, his left hand clutching his jaw.

He stomps back over to me, looking infuriated, "You, YOU FUCKING BITCH, IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!" He grabs me by my neck and punches me in the cheek. I scream in pain and lets go of my neck. I fall to the floor, sobbing. He kicks me in the stomach over and over again and i cant do anything about it. I was stupid for coming out here so late, stupid, stupid, stupid Angelica. He reaches into his back pocket and takes out a knife.

I almost scream but he covers my mouth with his hand. I bite down on it as hard as i could and he swears loudly. He traces the knife on my wrist before tracing it down my stomach. And finally, he stabs me right in the stomach. I dont even scream. I lost all my energy to even do so. He knees me ribs and then spits right in my face.

"Mess with me again, bitch." He throws the knife on the floor and heads off, leaving me on the ground, helpless, and dying. I think of Bree and how much of a good bestfriend she was to me. She was everything a girl could of ever wanted as a sister and more. I just wish i could have told her what was bothering me and not tell her i was fine everytime she asked me. I give a small smile to all the good times and memories we've had together and all the inside jokes we had. All the times we spent at each other's houses, the time we lied to our parents about doing a project just to see her crush walk into his guitar lessons. The time she accidently poured her lemonade on a lady we were sitting next to at the "This Is Us" movie because we were fangirling so much. I remember the lady threatened to call the cups but i yelled "ITS JUST A CUP OF LEMONADE" and then Bree and I ran for our lives, out the door, and down the street, until we were sure she was nowhere in sight. We had memories that could last a lifetime. She was the best best friend ever. Then i think if Niall...i wish i could have told him how i felt about him. Even if he didnt feel the same way, he would have known how i felt. I love you, Niall James Horan, always have, always will. Then i think of all the boys and how great they were to us, how nice and caring and funny they were. They were like the older brothers ive never had. But they were immature and crazy at the same time. I laugh to myself, ignoring all the pain i felt everywhere in my body and just layed there, thinking of my parents, how much they cared for me and how they couldnt have been any better parents than they were now. "Just. Thank you everyone whos always been there for me." I say out loud. It was barely audible...but at least i got it out there. My eyes became drowsy then...and soon all i saw was blackness.