Finding You (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirteen

Hello. Here's chapter thirteen. It's dedicated to Kayla_burnsxo because she's a really nice person and she definitely deserves it! She's supported me for a really long time and I appreciate it.

Also, I would like to say that a friend of mine  @unlimitedbroadway has started a story called "Sudden" and it's a One Direction fan fiction. It would really mean a lot to her if you checked it out and gave her some feedback. :)

Alright, on a more serious note... I know that everyone wants me to update. I update almost every day and it's STILL not good enough? Come on... I'm doing the best that I can. I'm currently writing a LOT of other stories right now, not just this one. Also, to those who don't know me, I don't do very well with people trying to force me to do something. Please understand that there are some things going on right now in my life that are really hard to go through. I've stayed up all night the past few days and neglected work just to write.

Just know that every person has their struggles. I'm not perfect.

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Chapter Thirteen

Ariella’s POV

            It was quite a while before the van pulled into a driveway. The house wasn’t a run down shack like you’d expect in one of those horror movies. It was quite nice, actually. I was snapped out of my thoughts as Darrin opened my door and dragged me out of the van by my arm. His grip on my arm was so tight that I thought the blood circulation stopped.

“No one will find you here,” He said.

We entered through the front door. Everything was in place and there was no trash anywhere. It was too silent in here though. There was something very odd about this place and I was too scared to find out what it was.

“Darrin, what do you have against me?” I asked.

“I already told you that Steve was an old friend of mine,” He snapped.

“He was an awful person.”

“Don’t say that. We were best friends until he married that wretch of a woman and inherited you,” Darrin spat.

“He hit me, Darrin, every day!” I screamed.

“We were best friends…” He said as he looked like he was daydreaming.

His face got really angry as he stared at me.

“Have you heard about what happened to him in jail?” Darrin asked.

His voice sounded very twisted.

“No.”

“He was murdered by another inmate, Ariella. It was your fault!” He screamed.

I gulped as he ran towards me aimlessly. I ducked as he swung his fist at me. I scrambled up the stairs with him hot on my heels.

I took advantage of being at a greater height than him by kicking him in the face. He staggered and fell backwards. Okay, he definitely wouldn’t forgive me for that.