An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 2

My feelings are bundled up of anger, disappointment and a pint of sadness.  I’ve never had a confrontation like that with her. What pisses me off the most is knowing that my mom would be disappointed. Her daughter is turning into a screw up just like my screwed up father.

The only place I could think of is Matt's house. I don't have friends and I guess he is someone who kind of comes close to that. 

He's alone in his house, and freshly showered. I don't like that he's alone, but I need something from him. 

“Hey what’s wrong? Were you crying?” He wraps his arms around me but I shove him off. 

“Stop fussing. Give me a sniff.” The least thing I want is to have his fakeness. 

“Woah. Just like that?” 

“What?” I snap. I really just want to be away from everything. I need to hide this pain. I need anything to make it go away. 

“If I give you it, what will you offer me?” He crosses his arms across his chest and raises a brow. Why am I even here? It's always a deal with him. 

 “What the hell are you talking about?” I stand with my hands on my hips. The more he takes his time giving me the drug, the more my madness increases. Crazy is what I am soon going to become. 

“Oh, you know,” He says as he gets close to me, wrapping his arms around me again and inching his lips to my jaw. 

“Get off!” I back away quickly. “You’re stupid. I’m out of here!” I begin walking away, but he grabs me by my arm and pulls me back in front of him.

With all the fury in me, I detatch myself from his harsh grip and my level of anger exceeds 100 levels. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll give it to you. I was just joking.” A laugh leaves his lips and I watch him walk over to the couch and call me over. 

"You want it or not?" he questions as he waits for me to move. Rolling my eyes, I walk to him and take a seat on the couch. 

He walks out of the kitchen and says, “it’s all yours.”

“Is this really it?” I reply looking at it. It is barely enough to make it last for at least an hour.

“Well do you want it or not? More for me.” I roll my eyes and sniff. He sits down next to me and watches me intently with his dead brown eyes.

I'm finally done with it after the 3rd sniff. I close my eyes and just let it in. Matt's eyes are on me, and my anger has vanished.

“What?” I snap. Matt brings the fury out of me. I'm not usually this way, but Matt radiates arrogancy and superiroity. It comes from the fact that he's the assistant manager of the restaurant I work at. His position can't fire people, so I can talk to him how I want. 

“Why you gotta be so feisty? I’m not doing anything.” His hands go up definsively, while a smile creeps on his face. 

“You started it.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s just forget about it." He smiles and I let my head roll back on the couch. 

10 minutes pass and am I feeling it. The intensity of a small amount is beginning to make me question if I took what I wanted. 

"So I’ve been thinking," Matt says as he slowly moves close to me. “I really want you back, you know? I miss you.” I want so hard to laugh at his humorous statement but instead I only reply with a snort. 

“Seriously. I have the greatest time with you. You’re the only one that understands me. You’re a great listener and you’re beautiful.” Don’t know if he is lying or not but his words begin to comfort me.

“You’re stupid. You should’ve thought about that before cheating on me.” His expression is one of anoyance. He hates that I bring it up, but I have to to get a point across. 

“You know you miss me.” Without warning he launches himself on me and begins kissing me. I don’t know why I don’t push him away. I guess the feeling of being wanted or knowing I care to someone takes over me. Little by little he begin's to change his way of kissing me. It's turning into a harsh, forced kiss. Almost like a punishment for rejecting him. 

"Okay, stop. Matt.” He continues as if he didn’t hear a single word I say. His hands starts down my jeans. “Matt, stop!” My hands are quick to push against his chest. “Matt, please stop!”

Fear begins to consume me. I start panicking as my heart rate accelerates. I try to speak but for some reason I'm not able say anything coherent as the tears roll down my face. How could he be doing this to me? His body is like a load of bricks that just got dumped on me. I don’t know what to do. I have no strength to stop him. Because of what I took, my body is weak.

He's rough as he continues his motions. Whimpers leave my mouth and he's quick to place his hand over mine. 

He stops after a couple of minutes when he's satisfied with what he's done. He zips my jeans before getting up and zipping his own. I'm completely frozen on the couch. I know his body is off of me, but my muscles don't seem to work. 

When I slowly peel my eyes away from the cieling, and to him, he's wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“I hate you!” I whisper. "I. Hate. You." I make sure he understands the three words. I lunge myself at him and try to slap him, but his hand grabs hold of my wrist.

"Don't even try." My breathing is hard and I spit on his face. He closes his eyes and his nostrils flare. 

 “Don’t ever speak to me again! You’re dead to me!” All he does is display a grin.

I'm out of his sight as soon as my feet could get me out. Devastation, hurt, disgust consumes me as I run. The last bit of good I had in me is gone. My feet move without knowing where I'm going.