Rest In Peace (Doublesided sequel)

Chapter Seven- A Deadly Ultimatum

I crossed my arms and placed all of my weight onto one foot, tugging at my lip with my teeth, "why, what do you want from me." He chuckled, "Niall, why so hostile? I just wanted to spend a little time with you, I've already told you this was going to happen, so get it." I looked around, as much as I hated him, something inside of me still didn't want this to become a big scene.

"Get. In," he demanded quietly, I slowly grabbed the door handle and pulled making the fake, subtle smile come back to his face, "good." As I latched myself into the seat he started to pull off, "can you please not hurt me right now dad, Zayn is expecting me in a little bit." As we got further and further away from the school his false demeanor started to falter, "who the fuck is Zayn, and I'll do what I've been intending to since I left home." I shook my head as I saw my moms house in the distance, "he's a friend."

He sighed, "Niall I know there is more and you're not getting out until you answer everything I want to know," I looked down at my hands and started to cry. "So it would be the easiest to just tell me who he is," he continued in a soothing voice, "Zayn is my boyfriend." He stopped the car at the house and quickly turned to slap me with the back of his hand, "that's what I fucking thought you fag." I grabbed my cheek as I felt all of the blood rushing to it, "Niall everyone's fate is in your hands." I looked at his with his calm features. "You have three days to pick someone, I won't tell you what I'll do to them or why, but you have three days to pick. If you don't, I will." He placed his hands on the steering wheel, "you're free to go, Niall."

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I walked into the house and took a look around, trying to grip the information that was just given to me. My knees started to get weak and suddenly fell to the floor in a heap of tears and pain. My cheek, my ass, my brain, it was all just too much to take in, and with wonderful timing, Zayn called. "Hey babe, where are you, Josh and Liam are done moving their stuff and they wanted to know if you needed help moving your stuff," I tried my hardest to sound okay, "no I've got it, it's only a couple boxes. Wait."

He hummed in response, "they were at my moms house," he hummed again, "yeah, just a little while ago." Either they left before I got here or they know something that they shouldn't, "okay, I'll see you later." We parted ways and I cleaned myself up no one could see me like this, no matter how much anyone knew what was actually going on. As I said before, I could handle this, I'd be fine.

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"By now I think most of you should be done with your little project, or close to done. Everyone who is done will present and everyone not will continue to work. Who is first," Eleanor hastily stood from her chair, grabbing her tophat, monocle, and mustache. She stood at the front of the class with a three piece suit and multiple papers as she motioned for others to join her. They slowly joined her with their attire also being ridiculous and frowns on their faces. "We will now present our play, written and casted, by me," Eleanor spoke.

Zayn came to sit next to me since her seat was opened, "this is hilarious," he giggled, "she always does something over the top." I squirmed as Zayn leaned in closer to me, I was uncomfortable with the affection knowing that I hadn't done the assignment. Not to mention that I was raped earlier today, but he would know about that when the time came. I brought my guitar because I knew I could write a song in my head quickly, but with all of the emotions and father issues, and finals, and lies, it was ten times harder.

Everyone applauded as the people in the class presented and again, such as last time, I was the last to go. I walked up to the front with my guitar and and sat on the stool getting a thumbs up from El. "Um, this is called Robbers and, yeah," I started strumming the opening chords of the song and then proceeded to sing, "he had a face straight out a magazine, God only knows but you'll never leave him." Zayn let a faint smile invade his face, that was one thing that I was proud of, being able to write songs at a moments notice.

"I'll give you one more time, we'll give you one more fight, said one more line, will I know you," Eleanor smile in her tophat and he mustache starting to fall off of her face. I started to wrap up the song, the most strenuous parts being over, the class applauded as they did with everyone. Zayn took his place back at the front of the class, okay well thank you everyone for coming tonight, we'll meet again at the next class."

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We walked into the house to be greeted by Josh and Liam snuggling on the couch so I decided to sit with them as Zayn undressed in our room. They watched as he left the room, making sure he was gone before they talked, "we don't like keeping this a secret from Zayn, but you should tell him not us," Josh spoke up. My eyebrows were knitted together, "we saw  you with your dad at our parents house," Liam said untangling himself from Josh.

"You can't keep something that big a secret, and of all people you need to tell Zayn," I looked down to my hands, a habit of mine that I did when Liam was getting Liam-y. "I know, I'll go do that," the two coiled their limbs back together as I walked into my bedroom.

Zayn was stark naked when I opened the door, "Niall, god you scared me," I walked to the bed and sat at the foot of it. He put on a pair of black underwear and strided slyly over to me, "what do you want to do tonight," he whispered into my ear when he reached me. "Um," I whimpered, he climbed on top of me, pushing both of us back and hungrily leaned in for a kiss. I didn't hesitate because he would've immediately sensed something wrong, so I played it up, "what the fuck is this," he asked climbing off of me.

"You feel like you're just kissing me and not doing what Niall does when he kisses me," he asked. "What do I do," he faced me, "Niall, I know you know that wasn't the same kiss, there was no love there, it felt like you were acting." Damn he's good, "well yeah, a little bit," he put on a shirt and sat next to me, "what's wrong Nialler." I didn't mean to, but I started crying, "Peyton, kinda," I choked out but that was all Zayn needed to hear to go ballistic. He made me stand up and started stripping me, examining every inch of my body looking for bruises. He tugged off my pants and underwear and suddenly stopped, I turned to see his mouth hanging opened.

I looked at my ass to see a big red handprint, and back to Zayn to see tears forming in his eyes. "Zayn, he forced me, I didn't want it, I love you, Zayn," I rambled as he put on his black jeans, boots and leather jacket. "I know you would never fuck him willingly, Niall, it's not your fault, but I'm just shocked that he didn't learn from last time." He guided my chin upward and kissed me deeply, "see, I felt that kiss, you meant that one." I grabbed his hand while he walked away, pulling him back, "don't do anything stupid, and don't get hurt, I love you," he kissed my cheek and walked away, "I'll be fine, Ni."

Zayn's P.O.V.

"So you think the bullshit you do doesn't come with repercussions," I yelled as I walked into the house party, hunting down the scum that Peyton was. He was in the jacuzzi with two girls trying to show off what little muscle he had, "hey bitch," I greeted. His eyes grew large and I pulled him our of the water by his hair, I laid him down on the grass- while he whined like a little bitch I must say- I smile in his face and shook my head. "It seems like you haven't learned, but I'll make sure you do this time."