London Calling

Chapter Twelve

Hey everyone, sorry this isn’t a very long chapter but there was only so much I could write without giving too much away about the next chapters. I hope you all like it, it’s meant to be a bit scary and dramatic.

Kady. Xx

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Chapter twelve

Everything that had ever happened flashed before my eyes, as if in one blur my whole life had replayed itself in my head. I watched as I saw my mum and dad, my little sister, Christmas’s, birthday’s, the day I made the decision to go on a holiday, Tori and Jess, the first time I had met Louis, mine and Louis’ moment at the cafe, the first time I met this monster, the three days I spent in hell thinking that I was dead, the first time I really met Niall, mine and Niall’s moment on the bridge where he gave me his necklace.

I reached my hand up and placed it on the little metal clover. Niall.

I stood dead silent as I walked myself through the actions I would have to take to get out of this, but the thing was, I didn’t have any actions. I couldn’t bear to turn around and face my monster, the monster who was supposed to be locked up already.

I felt John run a cold finger down my bare back, his hot breath still breathing down my neck.

“What do you want?” I spat with all the possible courage I could manage, my back still facing him.

“You” was all John said in a low wicked whisper. A shiver ran down my spine and I just knew there was a smirk plastered across his cold face. I felt John run a cold finger back up my back until it hit my shoulder. Goose bumps ran wild as my instincts for fight or flight screamed ‘get the hell out of there’.

As John’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, he made his fingers walk to my neck suddenly grabbing Niall’s necklace. I spun around to face John knocking his hand away from me “don’t you dare touch that” I screamed in reaction. John’s eyes grew wider with excitement at my nervous reaction.

I took in the man who I thought was meant to be a young teenager. John looked the same but seemly older; his dark shaggy hair, his unwelcoming presence, his black hate filled eyes and pale skin were all the same but his age took me by surprise. John instead of looking 16 or 17 looked as though he was in his mid 20s. Something didn’t seem right about him but it was defiantly a face I could have never mistaken.

“We seem to be feisty, don’t we?” John questioned as his hand came up to Niall’s necklace again. I stepped forward quickly using all my might; I pushed John, making him stubble backwards. I bent down a grabbed my phone and ran for the bathroom. I turned around to shut the door and lock it, seeing John’s face one last time with a look a satisfaction smothering all of his emotions. I locked the door and stepped backwards, sitting down on top of the toilet.

I took a few deep breaths in and out before a light knocking on the door made me squeal.

“That necklace from Niall is cute isn’t it” John called. My hands quickly flew to my neck to feel that my necklace was still there. I let out a sigh of relief as John laughed from behind the door. This guy was able to read me like a book and it made me feel even more panicky.