Won't Stop -sequel- to: Living with my bully

Chapter 12~ Numb / XYZ

Picture of Precy

*Nikki POV*

The first thing that came to mind when I awoke from my knock out - how Scott likes to call it- was why the f*ck could I not move my legs.

My eyes blinked a couple times, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

It was f*cking freezing in this room. I thought as I felt all the little hairs on my arm stand up, and my skin get bumpy with goosebumps.

Slowly it all came back to me. Scott took the bullet out, of course. I sighed, shaking my head.

How the f*ck is Scott just going to leave me here. I groaned as I tried sliding up in a sitting position.

I looked around no wheel chair or crutches. Fantastic.

My whole leg was numb I couldn't feel a thing. I could only see the white bandage stained in the middle with red blood. I tried to move it, but I couldn't feel a damn thing, and I knew I was trying my hardest. It was really frustrating me at this point.

"Scott!" I screeched.

Less then a second later Scott came bursting through the door. "What!? What happened?!" He looked around quickly, and curiously.

"Why can't I feel my leg?!" I glared at him.

"Are you serious Nikki I thought you were being murdered!" He glared back.

"Well as you can see I'm not. Now what happened to my damn leg?!"

He rolled his eyes. "I injected you with lidocaine. Of course making your leg feel less pain."

"Injected? You can't inject lidocaine." I furrowed my brows, in confusion.

"Obviously you can if I did it." He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Get me a wheelchair. Make yourself useful."

"I have never met a person more bo-"

"Scott I may not be able to use my legs to fight, but I can guarantee you I don't need them to beat the absolute sh*t out of someone. So sorry I cut you off what were you saying?" I put a fake smile on my face, and tilted my head a little, acting as if I were curious.

"A person more bold, you took it as a brave person would have." He chuckled humorlessly. "I'm going to get you wheelchair now." he pointed out the door, walking backwards.

"You do that." I wrinkled my nose with a smile.

He came back, in less then a minute with the wheel chair After he helped me get situated. I went down the hall to the living room. Where I found Pierce with a black cat?

"I'm not even going to ask-."

"Good because I wouldn't have answered." He rolled his eyes, whilst petting the cat.

"I'm not in the f*cking mood alright." I took a deep breath I honestly didn't want to lash out on him. I could feel a headache starting.

"Where's Zayn?"

"Probably in a cardboard box on the sidewalk, or in an alley eating trash."

"What are you talking about?" I was extremely confused.

"I kicked Zayn out." He shrugged.

Kicked Zayn out? What the actual f*ck? Why would he do that? Unless Zayn got a place of his own. Then again why'd he say he kicked him out, and not that he found his own place? "Pierce you better be f*cking joking."

"No. Not this time." He shrugged.

"Why'd you kick him out?!"

"Because." He then shrugged again.

"Because? Because why?!" He was getting me frustrated.

"Oh sorry." Pierce giggled, and I rolled my eyes. "Just because."

I could swear that my left eye twitched, when I heard his response. "Scott!" I shouted.

I heard as he came running into the room. "What!? What happened?!" He inspected me with his eyes.

"Can you help me get up so I can punch Pierce in the damn face." I said, whilst glaring at Pierce.

"Wish you would." Piece sang.

"As if." He rolled his eyes.

"Hurry up Scott, before I change my mind, and stab him instead." I growled.

"Look Nikki I have to take a piss I've been holding for hours. So deal with it." He clutched his package, and waddle-like-ran.

"Yea Nicole deal with it." he smirked.

Right before I had a chance to say a comeback the doorbell rang furiously. "What the actual fuck?!"

"I'm not getting that by the way." He stuck his lips out, and bobbed his head side to side.

I scrunched up my face in anger, as I used my arms and hands to push the wheelchair to the door. With some difficulty I finally was able to open the door.

As I looked at the person in front of me, I already wanted then to leave.

"What do you want?" I asked getting straight to the point.

"Where is Scott?" She glared at me.

Everything was annoying about her. She held her head up as a sign- that she was better than everyone. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and spit on her. It'd only cause her to whine, and scream. Gross.

"What do you want with him?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Look little girl, I don't know who you are, and honestly I couldn't care less. Now how about you let me in, and stop blocking the entrance with that contraption." She wrinkled her face in disgust. A wheelchair grosses her out? What the actual f*ck?

"I'm not a little girl, first of all." I wish I could stand up,  and see what she'd think once she found out I was a street fight. "Second of all this is my house." I growl. "Technically it's mine." Pierce pipes in.

That made me whip my head around, and glare daggers at him. He just petted his cat, smiling. Idiot.

"Where's Scott?"

"Taking a big dump, want to join him? Maybe wipe his ass for him?" I asked calmly on the outside.

She widened her eyes in terror, just as I heard Scott's voice. "Precy?" He called behind me.

She didn't reply, only stared at my hair? I patted my head, insecure for a minute. I stopped when I felt something of Scott's, that I'm pretty sure I wasn't suppose to be anywhere near.

I turned around, only to be face to face with an unzipped - zipper located right on the center of his crotch. My eyes widened as I realized that was what Precy was looking at.

I screamed, and tried to get away only to fall out of the wheel chair, and hit my head on the doorway. How great! The only good thing about this is that I only caught a glimpse of Precy's light blue dress, as she walked away hastily.

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