Crazed... //Niall Horan

Chapter 3

RILEY'S P.O.V

Eric's face held confusion as the knocks continued to echo off the walls.
"We're you expecting anyone?" He asked.
I shook my head nervously.
"Should I open it?" He asked cautiously.
"I don't know, check the peephole first, just incase." I said paranoid. He nodded and walked to the door. I stayed at the couch staring at the door. Eric pressed his cheek to the door with an eye in the peephole. He turned to me.
"Come here." He waved me over. I got up and sped to the door.
"Check it yourself." He stepped aside. I chewed on my lip and looked. I felt paralyzed. I stepped away from the door.
"Who is it? do you know him?" He asked. I shook my head backing away.
"It's th-them..." I couldn't believe it. They found me. They even know where I fucking live.
"Who? the guys that attacked you?" Suddenly Eric sounded angry, knowing the answer. There was another knock on the door, and my stomach churred.
I nodded as pulled at the roots of my hair, pacing.
"I'm about to fuck these people up." Eric grabbed the door knob and twisted it, but before he could open the door I grabbed his arm.
"Eric are you nuts? you can't let him in, they have guns." I warned scared.
"So what? I have fists and I'm going to kick their asses for messing with my little sister." He pulled his arm out of my reach and went for the door. I stepped in front of the door.
"Please don't, I don't want you getting hurt, Eric please don't. Don't you understand, that if you open the door they could kill us both?" I pleaded, my voice trembling. The men who harassed me and tried kidnapping me are at my door. His grip on the door loosened and he sighed.
"Fine." He stepped away from the door with his hands in an 'I surrender' way.
"Thank you." I let out a breath if relief and locked the door behind me. There was a knock again, this time harder and louder.
"Riley they aren't going to leave us alone." Eric complained. I sighed.
"Eric please, can't you just... block it out?" I raised my shoulders hopefully and smiled sheepishly.
"No, I can't. What about tomorrow? They know where you live now." He argued.
"Eric just chill your shit, I'll do something about it." I pushed him onto the couch and walked to the door. I pressed my cheek to the door.
"Riley what are you doing?"
"Shhh... I got this." I shushed him and turned back to the door. Everything went silent.
"GO THE FUCK AWAY BEFORE I CALL THE COPS YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!" I punched the door and shouted out of the fucking no where. A scream was heard outside and I could hear heavy footsteps get further by the second.
"Yes!" I whisper screamed to myself and threw my hands up in the air, facing Eric. Eric looked like he could puke. I laughed at his expression and turned to check the peephole. Sure enough, there was no one around. I smiled and walked back to the couch. I plopped down on it beside Eric and took my bag of Cheetos back.
"You scared the shit out of me. Don't do that." Eric breathed with a hand over his chest. I laughed harder almost choking on a Cheeto. He cracked up at my almost death by Cheetos.

We watched some more tv for a while until I felt my eye lids getting heavier and heavier. I shifted uncomfortably in my spot until I finally found my spot. My head buried into a couch cushion and my legs sprawled over Eric's lap. Before I knew it, I was in a deep sleep. But the back if my mind was still clicking with paranoia.
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"Riley... Riley get up... R-" Eric's constant call of my name woke me up to an annoying awakening.
"GOOD MORNING!!!!" I shouted out of the top of my head and sat up quickly, opening my eyes hugely. I found I was in my bed and Eric was fully dressed sitting on the edge.
"Good morning... Hey I'm leaving now, and considering yesterday I didn't want to leave without letting you know." He smiled.
"Okay... thanks... where you going?" I asked rubbing my eyes sleepily.
"I have work, it's Monday." He informed me. I basically flew off my bed at the realization.
"WHAT TIME IS IT?!" I grabbed his arm to check his watch. He ha none.
"Chill, I checked your alarm clock, it's 6:35." He calmed me down.
"Shit, thank god. I have this new mental therapy crap I have to go to and if I don't get there on time they send me some bill the size of fucking China." I stormed to my closet and pulled out some random clothes.
"Okay well I have to go, I'm going to be late... see ya later."
"Yeah no problem go... we'll talk later." I hugged him and walked to my bathroom to change. When I took a look in the mirror, I noticed I was wearing my autographed black Pierce The Veil shirt, with grey ripped jeans. Legit bruh. I smiled at my random but amazing choice of clothing. I walked back to my closet and grabbed my red converse. I slid them on and walked back to the bathroom to tame my mess of brown hair. I stared at my reflection for a while just thinking what I should do to my hair. Then it occurred to me, I could brush it! I grabbed the brush, but the second the brush was inserted into my hair, it wouldn't come out. And that's the story of how I ended up straightening it.
When I finished in the bathroom I grabbed my money, phone and keys then left the house after locking it. I decided to have breakfast at Starbucks but I don't have a car, so I'll have to walk... or take the fucking bus.
Bus it is!
I steadily walked to the bus stop and waited, until the bus arrived at the stop in front of me. I got up and walked inside. From the corner of my eye I could've sworn that I'd seen someone get on after me, but when I turned there was no one. I searched for a seat in the crowded bus, but there was none, so I held onto the pole and stood. Something clicked in my head. I tried shrugging it off, but the feeling only got stronger. I turned, to see a very familiar man sitting in the far back of the bus, his eyes were set on me. I gulped as I tried remembering where I'd seen him. He had icy blue eyes and light brown hair, a serious expression etched into his face. He wore a hat and dark clothes along with a pair of glasses. I looked away trying to remember where I'd seen him, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Who ever he was, he wasn't good at least that's what the nervous butterflies in my stomach told me. I was so deep in concentration of remembering who he was, that I didn't notice the bus had hauled to a stop, until I was painfully nudged by a bony shoulder. I snapped out of my daze and walked out with the rest of the people. When I got off I saw Starbucks to too far ahead. I began to walk the few meters to the entrance door. I stepped into the shop, the smell of fresh coffee welcoming me as I walked to the counter. I ordered my coffee to go and immediately received it. I paid and walked out, sipping my liquid caffeine in a cup. It might not be much but it's fucking expensive as hell. I continued to down my drink as I calculated where I was. Turns out, I wasn't far from the therapy place I had to go to. I only needed to cross a few streets and round a few corners to get there. I started off to the place drinking my coffee, the caffeine already getting to me. See, there are many reasons why I'm not allowed caffeine and the following are them.
I stood at a sidewalk about to cross the street but, the line of cars coming seemed never ending. So I did the unthinkable.
"YOLO!!!!!" I yelled as I ran to the other side of the street waving my cup and hands in the air. I continued to yell random profanities at the cup in my hand. I wanted to stop making a fool of myself in front of all this traffic but, its hard. It's just weird, I have total control over getting drunk but I can't do anything about caffeine or sugar for that matter.
I stopped to catch my breath by a small park. There were trees everywhere. I was going to start walking again but, when I turned my arm where I had my cup being held, was grasped. My coffee was about to hit the ground, when a hand reached for it. Right when I thought the person would hand it to me, they brought it to their lips and drank it.
"HEY!! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! THAT WAS MY COFFEE!!" I yelled in the man's face. He was also familiar but I was too high on coffee to be afraid and I was also pretty mad that he took my coffee.
"You know that crap's not cheap!!" I shouted, pouting and crossing my arms over my chest.
"Shut up." He spat rudely. His voice brought back exactly what I needed. Remembrance of who he was. It was him, blonde hair and blue eyes. Everything about him was just as I remember, every intimidating detail. If I wasn't totally nuts at the moment, I would've been running and calling for help, but that's not happening because right now I have no control over my actions.
"If you wanted me to shut up you shouldn't have drank my coffee cause now I won't stop ranting about it." I nudged his shoulder back while he was drinking my coffee, resulting in the coffee pouring out onto the floor.
"FUCK!" We both shouted in unison.
"What are you upset about? it was my coffee." I steal my cup of joy back and check to see what was left. Nothing.
"You bastard!! You drank all my coffee!" I threw the cup to the floor.
"Watch your mouth bitch." He warned.
"Or else? Mother fucking bastard you can't tell me what to do who the hell do you think you are?" I decided on pushing his buttons, well the part I can't control of me did. I pushed at his chest with both of my hands making him back away.
He grabbed my hands harshly in his fists. I stopped talking to look up at him.
"I've told you before. you don't curse at me." He spit.
"I can, will and I just fucking did." I gave an emotionally empty smile that soon turned into a smirk at his fuming anger.
"Say that one more time you'll see what happens." He growled.
Don't say it Riley. Keep your mouth shut. He could kill you. My controlled inner self told me but, the bad in me decided other wise.
"Mother. fucker." I smirked satisfied with myself. That was until, my hands were let go of and I was pushed to the ground. Suddenly, the caffeine wore out, and I found myself wishing it hadn't because now I was shitting myself.
"Get up!!" He shouted at me. When I didn't budge, he picked me up and thew me over his shoulder.
"NOOO!!!!!" I screamed, kicked and squirmed. I slapped his back and kicked my feet aimlessly hoping to hit his face and knock him out.
"Shut the hell up you'll draw unwanted attention towards us." He cautioned.
"Actually the attention might be unwanted to you but i surely need it." I said.
"If you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to sew your lips together." He spoke dead serious. That shut me up. He walked around for a while, until a large black van was seen in the distance. I watched as we neared it and all I could think was, holy shit, I'm dead.