All Good Things Come to an End {Joe Sugg Fanfiction}

Chapter 2.

I took a long shower, embracing the hot water all over my skin. After at least an hour, I reluctantly got out, wrapping myself in the thickest towel at my disposal. I applied heavy makeup, trying to disguise the 'night before' look I was pulling off. I didn't exactly look well rested, but it was an improvement nonetheless. Throwing on some leggings, a baggie jumper with the youtube logo imprinted on it & some primark's own converse, I head out the door.

As i came to the front entrance, I stopped dead in my tracks, and my faint smile grew even fainter. My face grew pale, & my stomach had that feeling deep inside, you know the one. I tried backing away, I tried hiding. But he'd already seen me, and he was getting closer. I didn't know what I expected. Was he going to shout, hit me, kill me?

I was slightly wimpering, trying my very hardest to convince myself it'd be okay. I reassured myself, he was the bad guy, he ruined everything. You only did what was right, what anyone would have done; so why did he look so angry. Deep down you knew why- he hadn't got his way, he hadn't won.

He as now barely a meter away, when he came to a stop. I tried clenching my fist, but all power had drained out of me, and my hands were merely a limp mess.

"You alright there, darlin'?" I flinched at the word 'darling'. What right had he to call you that, after everything?

"I'm fine. Why are you here, I made it clear for you to stay away."

He grinned slyly, "Well I just couldn't do that, could I Hannah? You know you still love me."

"Love you? Yeah, of course I still love you. You were my everything, I depended on you. I put my full trust into you, and I thought we would be forever. But you're not a forever kind of guy, are you Darren? You stole my heart, and then you crushed it, and you're not even sorry! Not even one apology! So yeah, maybe I still love you, but believe you me, I do not want you."

I spat at where he was standing, and went to walk away, but he firmly gripped my arm, making it impossible to move. I let out a yelp, but he covered my mouth to stop anyone hearing. Pushing me against the wall, he grabbed my mouth, tilting my head so I had to look at him.

"See now I'm getting a little bit angry, Hannah," I could see it in his eyes, he was not messing around, "I'm getting a little bit tired of your games. You're a mess without me, everyone knows it. You think word of your little problem hasn't gotten around? Well it has. I know you are weak, so whether you like it or not, I ain't going away." His grin grew psychotic, making me scared of what he was capable of.

He was right, though, wasn't he? Ever since it happened, I've been a mess. I go to work every night, getting even more drunk than the paying customers. Every day I wake up in agony, having to plead for my job back. If my boss wasn't such a perv, well, I'd be out of there. Wouldn't stop me drinking, and I question if I'd even wake up again. With Darren, I was fine. But is it worth getting back with him... that?

I heard the lobby door go, but just suspected it was wind. I guessed Darren thought the same, as he didn't even move, his eyes intently locked on mine. But there was no romance there, no love, just hatred. Without warning, Darren fell backward and someone had him pinned down, face on the floor. They screamed at me to go, but I was in such a daze I couldn't move, I just kept thinking. When I finally came to, I grabbed my bag sprinting out & forgetting to thank my saviour. I just kept going, my heart pounding so fast. I stopped when I arrived at my work. I stopped outside to catch my breath, and put on my most convincing puppy face, before going in.

"Carl?" I called out. He was normally upstairs, and took a while to come down. However today, he was already there, and ushered me to a table.

"Hannah, we need to talk." His voice was almost solemn, worrying me slightly, though I shook it off.

"Hannah, recently, I've let you off with a lot. Your drinking, it's just too much to deal with, I can't let it go on." He said, staring at my chest the entire time. "LINDSAY." He called, causing me to pull a puzzled expression. In a matter of seconds, a perky faced -and what looked like underage- girl walked in, smiling at him

"Hannah, this is Lindsay. Your replacement. I'm sorry." He put his clammy hands on my shoulders, attempting to hug me, put I shot up. This couldn't be happening. I needed this job.

"WHAT THE HELL CARL! YOU KNOW I NEED THIS! What the hell am I meant to do? I can hardly afford the rent as it is. No, you can't do this!" I screeched, tears flooding down my face.

"It's already done, dear." He tried coming closer, but I backed away.

"NO, YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET IT. I DON'T NEED YOUR LITTLE JOB ANYWAY, I'M TIRED OF BEING A BIT OF EYE CANDY FOR THE PUNTERS, SO YOU CAN STICK YOUR JOB YOU PERVERT." I stormed out, my vision red. I couldn't believe him. You know what? I don't need him anyway! I just need a drink.

I could hear him shouting behind me, but I blocked his voice from my mind, and tried to focus on where I was going.

I had drink at home, but I couldn't risk going back there. I'm sure that mistery man wasn't going to stay there forever, but I couldn't say the same for Darren. So why was I walking back there. Telling myself it was a bad idea didn't seem to be affecting my legs, a they kept going strong. I could already see the flats, within less than a minute I'd be there. If he was too, I couldn't assure myself I'd walk out alive. I've never seen him so angry before. Yeah, I'd seen him mad, but the look in his eyes burnt like the firey depths of hell, probably where he intended to send me.

I was so engulfed in my thoughts that I didn't hear the shouts, I didn't feel the people trying to drag me back. I didn't see the green light eminating from the traffic light. I didn't hear the car beep.

I did feel it hit me.

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OOOOOH yh yh yh stuff's going dooown. Joe is on his way, very very very soon;)

~Livvy