Finally- a Niall Horan fanfiction

Chapter 39- not so perfect night 2

"Mom, stay behind me." I tell her and kinda pull her behind me. We get I to the house taking cautious steps inside. We walk into the kitchen and grab the nearest things that could be used as weapons. I got a pan. "Hello! Is someone in here." I look around and nothing looks stolen. Just looks like someone came in and went out.

"I think it's okay." She says after we search the house.

"Yea, but we better call police just incase." I tell her.

"Okay you stay here."

"Okay." She walks into the kitchen and I sit on the couch. Suddenly I hear a scream but I can tell that a hand covered her mouth. "Mom!" I shout and stand up and run into the kitchen only to be stopped in my tracks to see him.

"Patrick. What are you doing here?" My mother stands there in shock as well as I.

"Dad?" I breathe out the words I thought I'd never say again.

"Hello. Didn't you miss me?" He asks me with a devilish smiling playing across his lips which made me cringe.

"What are you doing here?" I aked him.

"The question is why didn't you see me?" What is he talking about?

"What are you talking about?" I say what is on my mind.

"I was with you Lexie. I was with you from the beginning. From the show, to tours, interveiws. I was there Lex." So I wasn't crazy. Someone was following us. "You even saw me once at dinner with all of your little friends and Niall." So he's drench coat man.

"So you were following me? Why?"

"Because I love you baby girl." He steps closer to me.

"No. If you loved me then you wouldn't have tried to kill us." I take a step back raising my voice slightly.

"Don't raise your voice at me young lady." He raises his louder taking a step towards me. I keep quiet, I know he has a temper and I don't want to push him.He looks so different, his eyes aren't bright and full of life anymore. His breath smells more of ahcohol than mint. He just isn't the same anymore. "Why don't you go to your room while your mother and I talk. Grown up things." I look at him like he's crazy, then I look to my mom and she is giving me a look saying just go. I follow her orders and run upstairs.

I get into my room and tears stream down my eyes and I fall on my bed and cry. I feel like tonight is my last night alive. I need to call someone. Then the person pops into my head. I hesitate a little as I dial their number.

"Hello?" Their sleepy voice comes through the phone and I sob again as relief washes over me.

"H-h-help me. Please." I cry desperately.

"Lex? What happened? Are you alright?" He asks much more awake now.

"He's b-back."

"Who's back?"

"M-m-my dad. Just come help me please." I plea.

"Where are you?" He ask and I can hear muffled noises in the background letting me know that he is about to be out the door.

"M-my old house. Just hurry please." I beg.

"I'm on my way, just try to take deep calming breaths." He hangs up. That was the stupidest advice I have ever heard. How am I suppose to stay calm when my father is downstairs trying to kill us.

After I get off the phone I stand up and walk to my door. I quietly trail downstairs to listen to what my parents were saying.

"Darling I'm sorry for what I've done. It's the past now." My dad begs my mom.

"sorry isn't going to cut it. You nearly tried to kill me and our daughter. What were you thinking?" She shouts at him.

"I wasn't I was drunk. It's the past now." He's getting angry.

"It doesn't matter if it is in the past now. Why would you try to kill us. I thought you loved me. And I know you love Lexie. Since the day we got her you two have been inseparable." She guilts him.

Memories of my father and I from when I was young flash in my mind. It's amazing how people can change so quickly. They can go from the nicest person to the meanest. From an angle to a devil like that.

"Shut up! Don't mention those things! She is not my daughter and never will be! She had none of my blood, none of it!" The pain in my heart is unbearable. Tears roll down my eyes but I refuse to make any noise.

"Patrick please don't do this! Please!" My mother cries out. I turn the corner from where I was standing to see my mother in a head lock and my father holding her with a knife to her throat. They don't see me so I run upstairs to call the police.

"Hello police department." A woman says on the other line.

"Yes I need help please." I cry into my phone.

"What is your emergency?" She says calmly into the receiver.

"My father is about to kill my mother." I cry into the phone.

"What is the address?"

"200 Live Port London, England." I inform her.

"Okay. Would you like for me to stay on the phone with you miss?" She suggest.

"No thank you. I have someone coming to help me."

"Okay then, just keep breathing and stay calm the police are on their way." She hangs up. I sit on my bed crying until i hear something hit my window. It's probably a tree branch or something. I hear it again. I walk over to my window and see him. I open my window relieved to see him. "I can't believe your here." I engulf him in a hug.

"I'm always here for you remember." He hugs back. He climbs inside. "Have you called the police yet?"

"Yea, they should be here soon." I am much more calm than what I was. Then I see him starting to walk out of my room. "Where are you going?" I whisper yelled.

"Downstairs. Just stay right here." He commands and I roll my eyes. Does he really think I'm going to listen to him. I wait a few seconds before following right behind him like a lost puppy. "I told you to wait upstairs."

"Since when do I listen." I tell him and he gives me a face agreeing with me. We get to the bottom of the stairs and I can see that their argument has gotten more heated with my mother still in a head lock. Suddenly I hear faint sirens in the distance. Yes, their coming finally. I can see the lights.

"Who called the cops!" My father shouts angrily. "Did you!" He becomes more agressive with her.

"I did." I stated coming out of the corner from which I was hiding from. He lets go of my mother and stomps to me. No matter how scared I am right now I can't show it.

"You little shit." He puts me in a head lock and puts the knife to my neck now.

"Patrick stop!" My mother yells catching his attention. "I can't believe that you would try to kill her. She is our daughter, blood or not shes still our-" She was cut off and suddenly she couldn't breath. y eyes go wide and tears fall from my eyes.

"NO!" I scream from the top of my lungs and watch as my mother struggles to breathe. She takes the knife out of her lung and falls to the floor. I can tell that my father is smiling proud of what he had done. I run to my mother and fall by her side. I hear my front door burst open and it all feels like everything is moving in slow motion. I watch in heartache when blood comes up from her mouth and her looking at me. I knew what had just happened. I lay there and cry and i look into her lifeless eyes, I look at her lifeless body. "No." I cry. I feel like my whole world has fallen apart. I feel strong arms wrap around me lifting me up. I can hear my father being handcuffed by police and the ruffling of EMT's trying to assist my mom.

"She's gone." I hear one of them say and I cry harder. Whoever is holding me sits me down on the couch and caresses me.

"It's okay princess." He kisses my forehead and hums lyrics to a song.

"I love you Niall. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I know i should have but-"

"Shh, it's okay. And I love you more than food." I smile at his words.