If only you knew (Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 16

Niall's POV

All I see is open land. Where did Amy take me to? More importantly, where was Tori taken? I grip the side of my towel, making sure the dirtied cloth is secured around my waist. I start to sprint, but end up waddling due to my wound. If i had just told Tori the way i felt about her before she met Jason and before I met Amy, we wouldn't be in this whole mess. My thoughts are disrupted by the honk of a pick-up truck.

The country looking man rolls down his window. "Hey there, ya'll need a ride?" His breath smells of spit tobacco and he reaks of corn starch. I know that I shouldn't take any rides from strangers, but I have no other way of getting back home to find Tori. I nod to the old man, as he pushes open the passenger door.

"Thanks for the ride." I try my best to calm, but my voice comes out as a squeak. I thought I was past these voice changes when I turned 16.

"No problem, I've seen plenty of young boys out and about in just their towels. And it ain't a pretty sight once the dogs go and get 'em. My own boy had that happen to him when he was about 17. He was leavin' his girlfriend's house over there," he points his long fingers towards the house that I had made an escape from, "I had told him to come home for supper but he never showed. The next day I found him runnin' from that old house and when I called his name....." I think I know where this story is going, due to his long pause and sigh, "...he stopped and a pitbul came out of the woods right next to him. He died later that day, havin' so many and such deep wounds. I blame myself everyday for that." Tears roll down the man's wrinkled cheeks.

"I'm sorry for your loss." I don't know what else to say, considering I just met this man.

He wipes his eyes with his stained sleeve. His eyes are now red and puffy. I can't help but feel sympathy for this poor old man, losing his son at such a young age.

"So how old are ya boy?"

"I..I'm 19" I stutter.

"And what brings you to Jaxonville?" My heart nearly stops. How the hell did I get here?!

Tori's POV

"Tori......Tori!"

Niall?

"Tori! Where are you, baby?!" His voice is full of worry.

"Niall! I'm in here, hurry befor-"

Jason walks in, making me jump out of my skin. He turns on the light, revealing the blood that covers him, head to toe. I look behind him to find Niall lying, dead on the floor.

"Looks like your boyfriend is gone...now I get to have you all to myself. Forever."  He brings his blood filled hand over my cheek, making me turn my head in disgust. "Oh, you don't like that? Well too bad you little bitch!"

Before I know it, Jason is hold a knife. He jabs it into my chest, making the pain in my heart unbearable. I scream for Niall to help, but he is already dead. It's too late.

I nearly fall out of my seat. I'm covered in sweat and I can't seem to catch my breath. I look over to see that the light is on in the hall way. I go to pull on the ropes but then realize...they are no longer there. Did Jason take them off me on purpose or did he forget to put them back on?

"NO, YOU HAVE TO FIND HIM! OR ELSE HE WILL FIND ME AND KILL ME!" Jason yells in the hallway. I don't hear any response as he talks, so I guess he is on the phone. "AMY YOU BETTER FIX THIS, OR ELSE!" Amy? Amy as in...Niall's ex?

I get out of the chair, but soon collapse to the floor. Both my legs are asleep. I pull my weak body over to the door, just as it swings open. Jason walks in, turning on the light.

"Good morning, sunsh-" He sees that I am no longer in the chair. Anger spreads across his face. His fists ball at his sides, and he stomps over to the closet. "Come out, come out where ever you are."

I pull my legs to my chest, curling up into a ball. I place my hand over my mouth to stop any weeping that might escape my lips. Looking over to my left, I see a baseball bat that is signed by Derek Jeter. Quickly grabbing it, I try to lift myself from the ground. Once on my feet I run over to him and wack him in the back of the head. He passed out on the floor.

Still holding onto the bat, I run out of the room and lock it behind me. Before I know it, I am running through the halls of this large apartment, unaware of where the exit is located.