The High School Slut (one direction)

Ch.8

-Eight-

I quickly ran back inside of the house afraid of this unknown human stalker guy that keep following me. I mean some one was in the bushes when I walked zayn towards my house from the drive way. Now there is the same exact person (or at least I think it is ) in my garden and guess what. In an bush just like last time stalking me while I'm in my own house.

Who

Does

That

A stalker that's who. Who could it be. I don't even know because I don't really get around much and I've only been outside of my house or my moms million dollar mansion only a today once so I can go to school the day before winter break. Now I could have gone to school after winter break but no....

I had to go to school on the last damn day of winter break, now that was really stupid. I wonder what my mom was thinking. She not one to make stupid and un thinkable decisions without having a reasonable reason. But she might have a reason I just don't know what. Nah she's just being a stupid ass.

I suddenly jumped the sound off glass breaking from downstairs and a low bump close to my room. I know I shouldn't go out there because it's already past nine that's when my moms brings her 'special friends' here. It's quiet stupid really that she keeps calling them her special friends when I know why they are here. I mean it's pretty damn obvious why there here.

I got interrupted by another low bump even closer than it was. I need to see what's out there. Gosh my mom wouldn't mind and throw something at me would she. Come on she wouldn't do that. Wait. I take that back she would do that. Come on I can do this I'm not afraid. Okay I'm gonna do this. I kept chanting inside my mind and hardly whispering to myself.

Alright I'm gonna do it. Okay here. We. Go. I slowly walked towards my expensive door and gripped the knob. Okay here we go. I slowly turned it.wow I just noticed that I'm making it seem like this is a damn horror movie when I know it's not . Maybe I'm just to dramatic and be more ready. I mean isn't that what Zayn said earlier that I need to be more ready?

What the hell does that mean

I opened the door slowly but surely. And saw one of my moms 'special friends' coming up the stairs stumbling with every step while my mom was past out onto the couch. Great she can never wake up. She like a damn walrus your gonna need a bull horn to wake her up I don't care how tempting that is but if I ever did that in my entire life time I'm sure she won't hesitate to be all like 'off with your head' and all that Alice and wonderland fake ass shit.

I made my gaze back to one of my moms special friends which was now mKing his way towards me. Ow shit what do I do what do I do . My thoughts were interrupted when I was slammed against the stair case railing . Of her even did a single push back I would be falling from three stories down to my mansion like doom. You get it I'm in a mansion and .....ugh

"I didn't know she had a sexy ass daughter" he took a moment making sure I was looking as I watched his hazel hungry eyes rake up and down my petite curvy shape then he stopped at my chest. I knew I had nice size boobs but this guy is just like over exaggerating. He grabbed one of my womanly swells in one hand and I squealed and slapped him.

Making him flinch back and gently push my head back to remind me that he still had my life and death into his drunk ass hands.

"Don't fucking hit me or this could get worse" he slapped me across the face and I tried to focus on limiting the pain by slowing my heart rate down. Surprisingly I was doing a good job, the bad thing is there is nothing stopping the ugly bruise that's gonna appear on my left cheek on the morning.

His dirty hands went up to my cheek and stoked it slowly.

"God, your gonna be such a good fuck" I heard a crack as he pushed me off of the stair case and without him noticing, grabbed the piece of the broken substance and hid it behind my back. He slammed me to the ground while I made sure to keep my head up to avoid brain injuries.

He layed on top of me thinking that I couldn't get away and grinded on my quickly with no patience and greedily .

" look at you now helpless, what are you gonna do little girl" he then buried his head into the crook of my neck.

I took this time while he was distracted by harshly sucking on the small of my neck and took the Piece of the stair case slowly making sure that the drunk man on top of me didn't notice my movements and checked more than twice before I hit him on the back of his head with as much force as I could muster.

I got up pushing his no unconscious body off of me and dragged him with my mom onto the couch so when she awakened at the crack of dawn she would notice he was still here and she would most likely, wait who am I kidding she would kick his sad out of the house because she never let's a guy sleep over inside of her mansion all night that's she out of the norm for her.

I dusted my hands some how thinking it would get rid of the dirty mans scent some how stuck onto my hands. I quickly and quietly went towards the tool box inside the kitchen on top of the fridge and got some super glue and paint and fixed the broken stair place piece so there was no evidence that I broke something inside of my mothers house. Of she found out that I did. I could see my death bed.

I dashed back inside back in to the kitchen once I was done fixing the now polished and recognizable stair case and put the materials I used away neatly. I went back inside the living room to check if my mom and her now not special friend to see if they were still sleeping and just my luck they were.

I slowly padded my way back onto my room carful not to stumble and fall making more noise than I intended to make and wake up the two now sleeping forms that are on the couch of my moms living room. O sat onto my bed after I gently closed the door and went to the window to close the blinds. Well, because who sleeps with the window open. Before I closed the blinds the last thing I saw was.....

Brown curls.