Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Understanding

Chapter Twenty- Eight

Kik, Death, and Understanding

Whitney's POV

"I'm getting really tired of your shit, Sydney. First we are friends. Then you steal my boyfriend. Then you completely ignore me until you somehow end up marrying my brother. Then you kill my brother, my parents, my friends." I spat. Anger searing through me. Everything had finally caught up with me.

Every emotion I should've felt and every thing she's ever done, was going to start & end right here. I wasn't going to let this bitch ruin my life until I was dead. This ended now.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You seemed so normal, so sweet. Yeah you were a really stupid blonde sometimes but all of this conniving planning made up for it." I was glad the door was closed and unless one of us screamed, there was no way the guards would come barging in.

"I love that now, I get to talk. I get to speak my mind. I never in a million years expected my life to be like this. It was going so well. Then we had to move to California. Now that I think about it, that seemed to be the starting point. We moved and you stole Brad from me. He fucking butt- dialed me and I heard it all. Spent the whole ride from London to Los Angeles crying my damn eyes out."

"It was so fucking cliche. The best friend and the boyfriend. Of course. How I didn't see it coming, I'm not sure. But you know? In the end I was glad it had happened. I never would've met the One Direction boys. I would've been too caught up in Brad. So yeah, you gave me something great. A life. You gave me a life. I graduated high school, and I made some amazing and fantastic friends." At this point I was already sitting in one of the chairs provided by the hospital. I could feel Sydney's eyes on me, watching my every move.

"I'm really glad I get to have this moment to tell you exactly what I think of you without you interrupting and without anyone else interrupting. I'm already feeling better. But do you know what really irritates me? What really got under my skin? You trying to get Niall. You were married to my brother for Christ's sake's. Even when Niall didn't want you, didn't want anything to do with you, you kidnapped him!! You tied him to a goddamn chair in some weird place, telling him he'd pay for not wanting to be with you." I got up. Her eyes were wide.

"Surprised I know? I hope you didn't really think that Niall would keep it a secret? Especially since he was in love with me. He'd do anything to keep me safe, even if that meant telling me about the damn video cameras in my house! How dare you invade my privacy like that? How dare you hurt Niall and my family? How dare you think you had the right to kill whoever you wanted to? Oh the NERVE you have right now." Oh I was in blind rage by now. The nerve of this girl to make my life a living hell and expect me not to know about it all. And I mean it ALL.

"How dare you make Louis break up with me, to leave me and act like he didn't know me? How dare you make our lives such a living hell that we had to go to great lengths to seperate ourselves in fear of your cowardness.  You are such a coward, Sydney Hale. A COWARD. You hide behind a gun, behind clues and behind a new identity before coming face to face with me on that ride yesterday. You are a coward, a weak and small minded." I was inches from Sydney's face, spitting my words at her. The anger in me was rising, and I didn't give a damn. I hated her.

"You didn't give a damn when my family died, when I had to go to THREE funerals on my own. No other family there to hold me, to tell me it was going to be okay. No other family to SUPPORT me. No I was left on my own with five boys and police officers questioning me. I had to sort through my life alone, and I hadn't a clue how to do taxes, dammit! I had to do my parents' own taxes here in the States. Because they hadn't even a chance to make it to the new year without you killing them. You bloody, fucking coward." My fists were clenched, and it was all I could do not to punch her square in the fucking face. I picked up the hospital chair and threw it across the room with as much strength as I could muster. The door opened up, one of the guards rushed in to see what was the matter. I ran up to him and pulled the gun from his belt.