Half A Heart (Niall Horan)

Meet Paul, Jake!

Minutes later, after staring Jake and I down, Harry ran to the house. Why would Harry do that? I'm obviously in danger here and I need Harry's help!

Jake said something, but I just couldn't figure out what it was. Seconds later, Jake slapped me in my face continuous times. Each slap, equaled one horrible word.

First slap: Bitch!

Second slap: Whore!

Third slap: Slut!

Fourth slap: Idiot!

Fifth slap: Traitor!

Sixth slap: Liar!

I tried to take Jake's hand away from me but Jake wouldn't stop! Jake then punched me in my stomach to calm down. My stomach started to feel oozy inside and ached a bit.

Jake grabbed me by my hair and dragged me behind a nearby tree. Jake grabbed a pocket knife from his pocket and gently combed through my hair with it. Jake caressed the knife over my neck slowly. Jake laughed sickly and it made butterflies fly around in my stomach.

"Please, what do you want? Want money? I'll do you homework for a year!" I suggested.

"No! I want you." Jake explained.

Me wasn't an option. Jake can't have me.

"Avery?" Someone yelled. It sounded like Paul if you ask me.

When I tried to open up my mouth and yell to Paul, Jake grabbed a hold of my mouth and continued with his pocket knife.

"Avery?" Paul asked again.

What if Paul just gave up and left? That wouldn't be too good for me. I bet that's exactly want Jake wants.

My phone started to ring. This was a great thing for me, but not Jake. It was good for me because that way Paul could go by the sounds of my phone ringing and find me!

Jake got up and started out to look for my phone. This is my chance to yell back to Paul! I just have to wait.

"Avery?" Paul yelled.

Finally! I yelled back, "I'm behind this yellow, small house! Hurry! I'm in danger!"

Jake looked back at me as if I messed up. If I did, I was going to die anyways! Why not give a little try?

Paul called again for my phone. It took Paul quite some time.

Jake turned off my phone. Crap! Jake started back to me and I heard, "Shank!"

Jake fell down and behind him I saw the boys (except Niall) and Paul. Paul had cut Jake!

Paul helped me up and called 999. (London's 911)

"999 what's your emergency?" A dispatcher answered.

"We have a killer by... What's this Zayn?" Paul started naming numbers and street names. Paul hung up and waited with us. Paul had me away from Jake incase Jake got back up.

Minutes later, cops, ambulance, and firefighters showed up. I hope this goes quick. Really.