I Need Your Love (Nathan Sykes fanfic)

Chapter 24- Nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares...

“Okay, so you’re going to look happy. Got it?” He threatens before dragging me out of the car. I straighten up and try to go through the process of boarding a plane without drawing attention to myself. I’m sure at least one person would recognize me, so I keep my face hidden.

I had my head phones in me when Mike got me, so I plug them into my phone, balance the buds in my ears, and start a playlist of songs. I find myself humming along to the songs, and luckily I’m in public so Mike doesn’t take my music away.

After hours of this, he finally snaps. “Would you knock it off?!” He hisses at me then pulls the buds out of my ears. I continue to hum anyway, and his hands tighten into fists to stop him from hitting me.

I walk through the airport hesitantly, not ready for what Mike has in store for me once we’re behind closed doors. “I need to go to the bathroom.” I say and stop in my tracks.

“You can go once we get back home.” He says and continues to walk away.

“I feel sick. I need to go to the bathroom.” I say fighting tears.

“No we’re leaving.” He grabs my wrist and starts to pull me.

“I need to, I need to, I need to.” I try to pull away, try to run, but he keeps pulling. “Please just let me go.” I beg, now crying. His grip tightens and he continues to pull me out of the airport. He throws me into the car and then gets in himself.

“This is going to be fun.” He laughs evilly then starts driving to my hell.

“Really Mike, tell me to make you breakfast but you’re never even here to eat it warm.” I grumble to myself as I make waffles, which I don’t even get to eat. I double check that Mike is still at the bar before I turn on the radio.

“We have very special guests today, The Wanted!” The man on the radio shouts excitedly, and I just want to sink to the ground and die. Not that I don’t already.

“Hi.” They all say in unison. Damn, why do I have to love them so much? I think as a tear rolls down my cheek.

“We’re going to be singing our version of Let Me Love You by Neyo.” Tom laughs, making me assume their goofing off behind the mics.

“And we’d like to dedicate it to our dear friend Ariana.” Jay says and then they start to sing.

“Ugh, I hate you Mike!” I yell, not thinking anyone was here, but realising I’m wrong by the slamming of a door.

“What a way to start off the day.” He slurs as he stumbles toward me. He picks up the radio and smashes it against my arm. “That should teach you.” He says, dropping it onto the ground and going into his room.

My hand reaches up and I feel the blood immediately. Hopefully it’s not too bad of an injury. As I turn back to the stove I catch sight of a sheet of paper. I glide over to it and scan the words written on it. “Really Mike, you have another strip club?” And then I get an idea.

I find a sharpie and a piece of paper then write all of the information I need for my plan, and hide the newly written on paper as best as I can. Mike comes back out, and he doesn’t look too happy. I smell something and look back at the oven to see that the pancakes are burnt.

He comes over to me and grabs my arm, pulling me over to the hot pan. He puts the inside of my wrist against the burning metal and I feel my skin start peeling. He leaves it there for a while before releasing it. I look at the burn and it looks absolutely dreadful; my skin in different chunks of color, it all falling off.

“You better get that cleaned up before tonight.” He takes a beer out of the fridge, but instead of drinking he throws it at me. It hits my bare legs, opening and stinging some of my old wounds. I don’t fight back, I never do, it’s no use. I just want to cower away, but that’s also useless, it will make things worse. “And clean that up to, you little whore.” He grabs another bear before trudging back to his room.

I fall to my knees, the shattered glass surrounding me, digging into me. But it doesn’t affect me; I’ve been hurt so much I feel no pain. No motivation, no hope. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even want to die anymore, it seems like too much. I just want to lay in bed all day, not eating, or drinking, just lying there, waiting for the time to slowly slip away until it completely runs out. The life has been drained out of me so much, that I can’t even pick up one of the shards circling me and cut the healing flesh on my arms.

“Nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares.” I murmur to no one in particular. “I’m a worthless bitch, nobody cares.” Not even the people who were supposed to love me, the ones who said they loved me, they all lied. No one cares about me; they’re too caught up in their own battles to help me fight my own.

I dip my finger in the substance engulfing me, and bring it to my mouth. The tang of the beer is mixed with the irony taste of my blood. My frail hand falls back to the ground.  I think of what I should’ve said to them, the ones I do love, but I was always scared to admit. “I’m in love with you Nathan, ever since you pulled me from the edge of that roof. Jay, Rain loved you, more than anything, but she doesn’t like to see you struggle-“

“Aw, a sob story.” A voice mocks me. I slowly shift to face the direction the sound was coming from, to see to men, or should I say a man, and a boy who doesn’t look much older than me. “Who are you? I know Mike isn’t rich enough to buy a maid, and if you were a maid, you’d be quite a terrible one.” The older man was the one who teased me. The boy looks away awkwardly. I get up off of the wet and bloody floor, but don’t move from the little pool off glass.

“You know, I’m sure someone cares.” The younger boy says, but he doesn’t seem to be ridiculing me like the other man. I shake my head,

“No, trust me; if someone did I wouldn’t be here.” I say quietly. “Mike’s in his room, if you want to see him.” I point towards the closed door. The man nods and starts walking towards it, but before going in pausing and saying:

“Jacob, I will be back, you stay out here.”

“You know, you should probably not be standing in that pile of broken glass.” Jacob, I assume is his name, says coming slightly closer to me.

“Don’t worry, I don’t feel pain.” The words come out of my mouth, but almost as if from nowhere. It seems to be just an effort to speak, like I’m just a bottomless pit now.

“Well everyone feels pain. Unless you’re like a robot or something.” He jokes.

“If you were in my mind right now, you wouldn’t even remember what it’s like to feel pain.” I say blankly. “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you. It’s funny because, words are like sticks and stones, ones that people throw at you, like it wouldn’t hurt you. Words are almost as painful as when someone hurts you physically; they damage your inside, while actually hurting someone destroys your outside.” Jacob stares down at my body, his eyes shifting from one of my wounds to another.

“Why, what,” He stammers. “You’re wrist, and you, you’re bleeding.”

“I know, maybe if I’m lucky I’ll bleed out. But knowing my luck some random British boy will come and stop me from dying.” I think of all the times Nathan had saved me. When he pulled from the roof, when he jumped in front of me when a car was coming. I should’ve told him I loved him…

“That Nathan guy you were talking about, what’s the deal with him?” He changes the subject.

“Oh, well if you heard everything I said, you would’ve heard me say I love him. He saved me from dying, his mistake. Just made things worse for him. The worst part is he loves me too, but I always pushed him away, even though all he wanted was the best for me…” I trail off, now taking a look at the person I’ve been talking to. He has jet black, short hair, the skin framing his muscles slightly tanned, and his eyes the color of green sea glass. So to sum it up, he’s so amazingly gorgeous.