Niall's POV
(A month later)
My phone rang that night with an unknown number. I picked it up and answered. "Hello? Did you mean to call this number?"
"Yes I fucking did. Don't you question me, Niall Horan, I will punish you," the man said. I was so confused. "I-I really think that you have the wrong number," I said. I was about to hang up, but the man shouted, "Don't you dare hang up or Ellie goes under the gun!"
My eyes widened. Ellie. He knew where Ellie was! "You know where she is?" I asked. "I more than know, she is standing right beside me," he said. What the hell. "W-why would you even take a little girl?" I asked, "I'm calling the police." He chuckled. "But remember, if you do that, I will kill Ellie," he said. I fighted with myself for a minute.
"I will give you money and car and houses or anything if you just give me her back," I cried. He laughed. "No, I'm not done having fun yet," he said. Sick minded arsehole. Who did he think that he was. Taking my Ellie and "having fun?" What the hell.
"P-Please don't h-hurt her," I whimpered, hurt by his every word. They were like knives stabbing through my thin skin. "Oh, but I will," he said, "You threatened me, Horan. And since I can't punish you, I will have to punish your daughter, which is even better." I heard Ellie scream in the background. "No, p-please don't touch her!" I begged. But it was too late. I heard the crack of a whip and the cries of my Ellie. "No! Ellie! Please be okay!" I cried. He hung up the phone.
"Sick fucking twisted bastard! Go to hell!" I screamed. I turned and punched the wall. It broke away from my fist, creating a huge hole in the wall. But I wasn't done yet.
"Why Ellie!" I shouted, "She never did anything! She is a sweet twelve year old girl with a beautiful life ahead of her! She doesn't deserve this crap! Why couldn't it have been me instead! I hate it! Screw it all! Fuck my life! Fuck the world! Fuck the bastard arsehole! Fuck the wall! Fuck each cut on Ellie's body! Fuck the Brits! Fuck the tour! Fuck it all! I hate it! Why the hell her?!" I fell to the ground, my chest heaving heavily.
I reached up for my pills and crawled downstairs for some water. I shoved them in my mouth and drank five glasses of water. Why the hell did life suck for her of all people? I wanted to punch the man until he bled out. Oh, I just wanted to smack the smirk off of his twisted arsehole face. Fuck it.
I pulled open my cabinet. "I can't take it anymore!" I cried. I grabbed a steak knife and looked at my arm. I made a shallow cut and let it all out. I cried and cried for an hour before I wanted to make another one.
But then I realized something. This was the kind of body that people that were abused wish that they had. Undamaged and unbroken. I blushed to myself. How could I do this? Ellie was still out there, and she wanted me undamaged. She wanted me as I was. I wanted her as she was. Oh god.
I ran upstairs, grabbed a bandaid, and put it over my cut. It was almost embarrasing to me to have to do that. I looked at my self in the mirror shirtless and only wearing boxers, feeling ashamed. I didn't feel like I felt before at all.
I used to feel perfect when I looked in the mirror. I would look at my toned abs, perfect face, toned muscles, and lovely head of hair. Now all I saw were things like my ugly teeth. Ew. I couldn't believe that girls around the world loved me with those teeth.
And my legs. My god, they were the size of dump trucks! They giggled with fat and light muscle. I need to buy some kind of machine to fix that.
I felt like the depression was taking over. Almost everything I said and did revolved around it.
"Niall?" a voice yelled from downstairs. Liam. I quickly slipped on some jeans and a tshirt before realizing that there was a huge bandaid on my arm. I ran back to my room and put on a black underamour long sleeve before feeling content.
"Hey Liam," I said. He smiled at me. "The weirdest thing happened to me a few weeks ago," he said. I tilted my head. "What?" I asked. "I was knocked out by a strange man," he said.
The arsehole bastard!
I practically steamed. I couldn't tell Liam, he couldn't know. "We really haven't talked in a while, Liam," I said, throwing up my hands and smiling, "How's it going buddy?" He began talking about his cousin and Dani. Nice change of subjects, Nialler! Well done!
"Umm Niall, what is that thing on your arm?" Liam asked. My eyes widened. "A bandaid," I replied. "Why the hell do you have a bandaid on?" he asked. "I fell and cut myself," I answered. Even though I answered contently, he didn't believe me. "Show me it, Niall," he demanded. I shook my head. "Why should I?" I asked him.
He jumped at me. "Show me it now!" he shouted. "No, I don't have to!" I yelled. He tackled me to the ground. "Now," he said, "I swear to god that I won't show or tell anyone," he said. I slowly moved my sleeve up my arm and explained myself.
He looked so confused. "Niall, I don't want to sound gay, but you are absolutely perfect, and don't let anyone change your mind, not even depression," he said. I smiled. "But it has practically taken over me," I said. Tears stung my eyes.
"But do it for Ellie," he said, "She thinks that you are perfect." I smiled. "I know it," I responded. He got off of me and looked at me.
"By the way, I need to start working out," I said. He smiled. "I know that it is because of your insucurities," he said, smiling, "And I'm cool with it. As long as this never happens again." I nodded. "I was ashamed, Liam," I said, "It won't hapoen ever again." He smiled. "Let's go get a gym membership," he said.
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Awwww...poor Niall. He feels it. He feels it real bad. Its pretty sad, man. Pretty sad.
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