Ride Or Die

I'm so sorry guys

"Nooo", shouted the boys but instead of slicing Niall in half it cut the ropes on his hands. I relieved cry left Niall's mouth. I freed all the boys and I walked quietly to the door seeing it was locked I kicked it down.

I never wanted the boys to see this side of me especially Zayn. I had hoped to hide it and tell them about it in my own time. When my father saw that I could kill a man with my bare hands he made me collect debts and do his dirty work for him. To be honest I loved watching a person suffer and the screams and the blood.

I could even torture information out of someone. I could ripe him apart with my bare hands and not bat an eyelash and clean it up like nothing happened in the first place. I started killing since I was 14. I was basically a killing machine.

I was obsessed with killing until I was helped to get the craving of blood out by my friend Luke. He helped me escape from my father.

I had created so much progress but now I had to start again. The monster in me was resurfacing and I could feel the darkness awakening. Damn was I screwed. I was also still angry for no reason so it was probably best to zone out for now.

We got to the mansion and I was about to go upstairs to shower but Harry called me back down. All the boys were in the living room. "Selena we want to know what happened in there", said Liam.My fists clenched and I was trying very hard not jump and rip his head off. " Liam I have to go"I said through gritted teeth. No we need an explaination,he said..

"If you knew how hard I am trying not to rip your head off you wouldn't be talking to me right now.  I said through gritted teeth. Niall stood up and said, I don't like where this is going".i pulled out my gun and my hand was rising to his head. " Selena calm down", said a worried Liam.

With that I ran upstairs and went in for a cold shower. I instantly calmed the fuck down. Urghhhhhhhh I was just so angry. I changed into a red flannel shirt,some gym shorts and some black vans.

I made my way downstairs and the boys all looked at me weirdly. "The fuck y'all looking at", I spat. They instantly looked away. They were afraid of me and I liked it but they shouldn't be cause they are my friends. " Urghhh I'm so sorry guys, I said, it is just that ever since you know I feel this darkness creeping inside me and I don't know how to stop it "

As if I was in a trance I looked at Niall and said"And I am so sorry Niall about trying to cut you up piece by piece and thinking about using your blood to paint my room", I said walking towards him, "and putting your pretty eyes in lots and lots of cooking oil and munching on them"." Baby snap out of it", said Zayn. Niall had a worried look on his face.

I was instantly shook out of my horrible thoughts. "I so sorry Niall it's just theirs this side of me that was awakened when I was punched by Adrian, I was abused as a kid so I grew up messed up."

"Ok so you can explain your story to us if you feel comfortable", said Zayn. " Well it started when my mother died. ", I said with a sigh.
Flashback
Mom wake up,  I cried as I saw the blood oozing out of her head,Mom! " Get up Selena, we have to go", said my father sternly. He grabbed me by the hand and rushed me to the car. "Never tell anyone about what you saw, said my father,and you have to grow up cause your mother would never want to see you cry you hear".
                                 1 year later
" Selena get your ass down here," shouted my father. I stumbled across the room to him. "Answer me when I call you", he growled then slapped me. I lay on the floor sobbing. " Worthless", he spat. Those were the days when he was always drunk and always beat me. "Stop crying you ungrateful bitch", he roared then kicked me down when I tried to get up.

He punched me, kicked me, slapped me and beat me in every way possible for the following two days. The following day he was sober and when he saw the damage he had caused he was filled with guilt. Heb nursed me back to health though. When I got better we did everything a father and daughter did. We were happy.

My father was in debt with a drug Lord so one night i woke up to a gun shot. I was terrified. I ran downstairs to see if my father was alright . He was held down by two men with the drug Lord sitting across them. His name was Nkosilati but in short it was just Nkosi. "Nkosi just leave my daughter out of this ", pleaded my father. He was then punched in the gut. " Shut up", Nkosi growled

"Come 'ere baby girl, said the drug Lord. " Leave my dad alone, I spat. "Ohh feisty, observed Nkosi. He went to my dad then punched him until blood oozed out of his face . He even got a permanent scar on his cheek because of it.

I lost it then I grabbed a wooden chair. I brought it down on Nkosi's back. The broken leg of the chair I brought it down on his head and threw it at the other guard which killed him.  I wrapped my legs around the first guard's neck and pulled and his body landed on a table corner with killed him. I reached for Nkosi's neck and dug my hand in his neck and pulled out his wind pipe.

I went to my father to tend to him. I cleaned him up then cleaned up the mess. When he woke up the next morning he expected to see dead bodies but found none. He thought it was a nightmare but the bruises on his face confirmed that it was real. I explained what happened to the bodies.

When he saw after a few days what I could do when I was pissed off he used me as a torturer and debt collector. To be honest I liked to hear screaming, blood and death.

"I have kept this side of me hidden so no one gets hurt. I never wanted to hurt you guys",I said.

After a few years I met a boy called Luke. He helped me regain my humanity. We ran away then split ways. At 17 I made a gang called the red rose. And I have been looking for the gang that killed my mother ever since.