The Principal 2

Chapter 1

***Yes 2nd book. You guys r fantastic and I really hope you enjoy this book. More drama!**

-Niall-
-may 9th-
"Niall, go away!" Jessica squealed, splashing water at me as I approached her. I chuckled and increased my speed. She hit the side of the pool with her back, her eyes widening. "No!" She whined, trying to move sideways. It took awhile to convince her to come into the pool and I've been splashing her basically the whole time. She really just wanted to sleep, which I would've been fine with, but today I really wanted to do something. Plus, it is a beautiful day out.

I went under water and grabbed her legs as she kicked back and forth. I dragged her under with me and moved my hands to her waist. She laid directly under me, giving me a dirty look. Air bubbles floated out of her mouth, tickling my face. I brought us back up to the shore, closing the space between us. Gosh, I love her. I can't imagine my life without her. She is my sunshine on a rainy day. She is the definition of pure joy. I connected my lips with hers, holding her body against mine. Her body looked amazing in a bikini, even though it took her some convincing to try on. It was sexy and she was all mine.

She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. "Don't ever leave me," I whispered.

She didn't answer. Instead, her body started to disintegrate in my hands and soon she was gone and I wasn't in a pool anymore.

I was in my bed, sweat dripping from my forehead as my body shook. Of course it was too good to be true.

I've been having dreams like these for the past year and a half. Mostly of her. Some were pleasant like my recent one, but others were violent and usually end with her getting hurt. The worst ones are when I can hear her shrieks, but she is nowhere to be found. Or when I am trapped and forced to watch her being tortured.

Saying I miss her is an understatement. My heart is basically ripped out of my chest. The boys have been supportive, even when this is extremely hard for them, too. Alcohol numbs the pain for awhile. It usually makes me forget about what's happening. I can't fix the situation. I can escape it for a little while though. But when I wake up, I usually throw a tantrum. I'm selfish for trying to escape the problem while Jessica is still out there. Scared. Alone. Hurt. I can't even begin to imagine what they are doing to her. Everytime I think of those filthy things, something breaks. Sometimes it's a vase, plate, cup, or frame. Other days it's my bloody knuckles from beating the walls so violently. The punching stops when either someone finds me or I hear a crack coming from my hand. It always ends in a mess though. My life is a mess.

It's not always bad though. Harry takes me on jogs and Louis watches movies with me. Zayn takes me to the shooting range while Liam takes me to amusement parks. We all go to a counselor once a week. I barely show up. Just thinking about having to talk about how I feel makes me want to vomit.

Staying strong is hard though. Really hard. They tell me to take my anti-depressants. I don't need them. I can handle myself perfectly fine. Sometimes, I'm forced to take them. Like when I visit my mum and she tucks me in like a 5 year old. I try to tell her I'm fine, but she won't believe my lies. No one does.

Tour also helps. The fans are great. I don't want to disappoint them, though. After everything they've done for me, the least I can do is give them a good show. And I've gotten more friendly with them too. I stay out late to take pictures and give autographs to keep my mind off of things.

I thought we found hope when we got one of those people working with Mr.Smith. I thought it would be over. I thought I would see my Jessica again. I would be able to hug and kiss her and just lay with her for as long as I wanted to. I would protect her from the dangers of this cruel, disgusting world. The next day, he hung himself in his jail cell. I yelled at the officer that was supposed to be watching him, but I ended up being kicked out of the station with several people dragging me out, preventing me from laying a hand on him. That night I ran away with a bottle of vodka. I just sat in the woods and drank until I passed out.

I feel bad for putting so much pressure on everyone. They cancel plans just to make sure I'm okay. I don't like being babysat. I'm a grown man for God's sake, I can take care of myself! At least, that's what I tell myself.

Some people assume she's dead. That there is no way they would keep her alive for this long. Sometimes I think it would be better for her to be dead than tortured. I don't want her going through that pain. She would be in heaven, where she would be safe while I couldn't protect her. And maybe she has escaped and is working on coming back to me.

Today's one of the nights I run to the fridge and grab beer. Tonight feels unbearable.

Her friends usually call me once a week and check on how I'm doing. Susan is managing to do better than me, but dropped out of college. She does have a job though and a pretty good paying one, too. I am happy for her. I try to help her friends pay their bills if they need help. We are all struggling and the least I can do is help them financially. I also make deposits into Jessica's account incase she is out and needs the money. For one night at a hotel, food, a payphone, anything really.

Harry spends a good amount of time on cheering up Kirstin. I usually can't hang around them together, though. It just makes me think of Jessica and I. When I do though, they usually don't act all coupley.

But there is one person who is worse than me. Than all of us actually, Luke. Once he woke up from his coma, he spiraled out of control. We worry for him alot. He ended up moving in with Susan after we forced him into rehab. He has attempted suicide once. He took too many anti-depressants and swallowed them down with a glass of wine. If Susan hadn't gotten to his house when she did, he would definitely be gone.

Tom is working on becoming a detective. He is doing everything he can to find Jessica. When I see him, his eyes are usually bloodshot and his face is buried in his computer. She is all he has. He spends his time with detective Ken to find her, even when Ken isn't on the case anymore. When he found out that Mr.Smith escaped, angry didn't even begin to describe what he was feeling. When he let the station know how he was feeling, he almost lost his badge. So, he is determined to find them again. He found Jessica once, I'm sure he can do it again. He's got people all around the country and in every country. The thing that didn't let this case die out and just be forgotten about her was the fact that Mr.Smith worked for a huge organization. International organization. The fact that they only discovered it now blows my mind. They haven't told us much about it, but that if Jessica was there, there would probably be a load of missing people there, too.

This situation has brought us all closer together though. We are all here for eachother, making sure one doesn't fall too low. It is difficult. The worst part is not knowing if she will be found. No one knows. No one has a lead or anything. It feels so hopeless.

The important thing is to not lose hope. Whatever happens, whatever we hear, we can't lose hope. Hope is the last string we are holding onto. We can't let go. I can't bring myself to let go. A part of me knows 100% she is still alive. I can just feel it. When people mention that she might be dead, my mind goes blank. I don't register anything they are saying because I already know they are wrong. She will come back to me.

And with that I take another swig of beer and lay back in bed, my face towards the ceiling.

Jessica, please come home.

***so like happy Fourth of July. yes the 2nd book has started and I'm almost done editing the first book so if you want to re-Read you can. This book will be better written I guarantee. So sit back and enjoy the ride :)))))**