RILEY'S P.O.V
His words replayed in my mind.
You aren't going home...
"What do you mean?" I stopped my tracks in confusion.
"I mean exactly what I said..." He stopped as well.
"No, I have to go home... please, why are you doing this to me?" I begged.
"You. aren't. going. home." He turned with a dead expression on his face.
"No no please... please let me go... I have no business here.." I pleaded, slowly walking backwards to the door.
"Babe, it's for me to decide whether you have business here or not." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me his way. I stood my ground, pressing my feet harder into the ground and pulling the opposite direction.
"You can't tell me what to do!!!" I screamed pulling towards the door. He was enraged, the blue in his eyes had disappeared his face was red with anger, his hair was all over the place, and his grip on my wrist only got tighter. I winced in pain, but didn't give up.
"I can and did! now come!" He shouted at me, now grasping both of my wrists.
"No! leave me alone!!!" I screamed with everything just filling me up. I can't with these people. They're fucking more mental than I am.
"We both know I can't do that." He wasn't angry anymore, more like frustrated.
"Why not?!" I shouted confused, still tugging my wrists at myself hesitantly. He sighed deeply and pulled me into his chest. I was just shocked, I didn't hug back because my wrists were enveloped in his fists.
"Soon you'll know, with time... it's for the best." He replied. I didn't want to know what he meant.
"But I don't want to be here." I let a single tear escape my welling eyes.
"It's not about what you want it's about what you need." He pulled my head down into his neck, I didn't refuse.
"B-but why do I need this?" I croaked.
He didn't respond. I just let the tears free fall down my face.
"Come on... we have to catch up with the others." His voice was so soft and gentle, I found it hard to believe it was him. Things kept running through my mind as he walked me further into the building.
Eric
Eric
Eric
Eric
Eric.
And the bill I will receive, the size of China...great.I don't know what to do anymore.
"Riley, what are you staring at?" He questioned.
I realized I'd been staring at the phone in his hands. I want to call the cops... or even Paul.
"Nothing." I simply replied, shifting my gaze to the dull grey ground.
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"STOP!!!! PLEASE!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Instead of that making him quit what he was doing, it only made him angrier. Another fist collided with my cheek. I was up against a wall, in my knees trying to hold myself in place and stop from collapsing into small pieces.
"YOU. FUCKING. BITCH!!!!!!!!" He shouted angrily as a foot flew to my stomach harshly. I winced in pain and coiled into the ground.
"Stop it!!!...." I shouted before breaking out into whimpers. "you worthless bastard." I mumbled loud enough for only him to hear. There were more people around us, but they did nothing. Seriously? no one sees the insane bastard abusing the bruised girl?
He stopped for a second and stared at me. A hard expression etched into his features
"You should've thought of that before you decided to call the cops." He gave me to more kicks and walked off. His face was enflamed, once again the blue in his eyes were gone, his hair was a blonde mess which he ran his hands through as he paced back and forth only a few feet away from me. I began to loose my sadness and depression. It was more of a deep anger for some reason. I felt a rush of confidence. I slowly picked my aching and bruised body of the hard ground. I stood up, to my surprise it wasn't at all difficult to keep my balance. I felt perfectly alright. A dead smirk spread across my face at the fuming man that looked my way.
"Hey Blondie, take a picture it'll last longer." I hollered, giving him two thumbs up. He furrowed his brow at my sudden change of mood.
"Bipolar?" He muttered to himself. I laughed dryly.
"Good. you're catching up." I crossed my arms over my chest. He ran his hands through his hair.
"Shut the hell up." He snapped.
"Don't snap at me like that." I scolded, just to get on his nerves. Is that not what I live for? getting on people's nerves?
"Babe if you know what's good for you, you'd stop. I could kill you." He threatened.
"Ooh, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the strip club..." I said childishly, then my tone went dry, "well Horan, guess what? I give this many fucks." I flipped my middle finger at him with a dead expression and a dark glare set on him. He noticed what I'd done and raced towards me. His fist was only centimeters away from my face when I turned around slowly as if nothing.
"Nice try Horan... go ahead if you want to... anyways what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" I mocked, turning back around to face him.
"Wrong baby girl." He grasped my arm and yanked it at himself. With the other hand he searched his pocket for something. I stood there taking it in, very chillily. Until, I noticed what he'd taken out of his pocket. The silver object glistened as he held it up to view it. I felt my eyes go wide.
Maybe I could just run from his reach.
"Don't even think about it." He warned darkly. It was as if he'd read my thoughts. He smirked as he pressed the object to my waist. A lump grew in my throat, but I swallowed it. He met my horrified eyes and scoffed. Then he dragged the object all the way across my stomach, until it landed in my bellybutton. He pushed it in deeper. I winced inside, but I didn't want to show any fear. I raised my chin as he gazed at me. The blue in his eyes slowly coming back.
"You wouldn't dare." He growled.
"Really?" He challenged.
"Fine. Shoot me. Go on, Horan, do it.... shoot. me." I stared into his eyes as they softened. I smirked. That was a mistake. Hos expression suddenly hardened once again. His finger flew to the trigger. He quickly slid the gun up to my neck.
"Fine. by. me." He growled through gritted teeth. I swallowed hard. He pulled on the trigger. I shut my eyes. Before I knew it, the trigger was pulled all the way back and there was a loud boom._____________________________
A/N:
Herro peepolez.... sorry, I take long to update and also sorry that Niall is abusive in these chapters, but I promise it'll slowly fade and he'll be nicer. Also sorry for leaving a cliff hanger. but I honestly love cliff hangers >:D 😈
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