Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Who the fuck are you...?

A/N Quick heads up people, anything that is written in this chapter or any other chapter is not an attack on anyone or a personal view. It's all for the purpose of the story. Anyway let's get going...

Danny's POV:

Fucking hell he really pisses me off. He needs to fuck right off for all i'm concerned. He isn't even a real celebrity. Just a prick who has a camera and everything handed to him on a plate. I don't wanna know who let him on the show. Clearly not someone with a fucking brain that's for sure. Hopefully someone who is gonna loose their job or has lost it already. Serves em' right the pretentious prick.

But anyway, who the fuck does that anorexic shit think he is. He has no talent that's for sure. I watched a couple of his videos. All he does is leach off of his sister for the money.

I'm not an idiot though, I know for a fact that he's gonna get far in this competition. Everyone's gonna want to vote for the pretty boy. For all i'm concerned I think he needs to drop that act anyway. Get a real job you lazy prick. He grinds my fucking gears.

Anyway i'm sitting here in his lounge, talking to a professional dancer who I have to spend the next few weeks with training. Just my luck that I get Amy frickin' Dowden. I don't want for much in life, but I did want Dianne. But guess who gets to spend the next few weeks with her. That's it Joseph fucking Sugg. I need to think of a way to let him know who's boss. Let him know that life isn't easy. I watch him dance very closely with Dianne. Very closely. That's when I think of an idea.

I go up behind him and grab onto his shoulder, digging my thumb underneath his shoulder blade. He may be drunk but i'm sure he will remember this tomorrow. I walk him outside and chuck him onto the ground. I glare at him for a few moments before I start talking to the fucker who lays looking up at me.

Joe's POV:

I stay looking up at the man whilst my eyes adjust to the lighting of the London street. It's fucking freezing out here, Dianne was right. I finally get a focus on the face to see that Danny was looking down at me. An evil glint in his eye and a cocky smile printed across his lips.

Trigger warning

He doesn't say anything. Just glares at me. Suddenly, I feel a heavy kick to my stomach, causing me to belt over, winded. Then another. And another. One final kick to my ribs causes me extreme pain. My lungs still searching for oxygen. A slight metallic taste of blood, crawls up to the back of my throat, making me want to throw up the many drinks I had had tonight.

"Listen Joe", he began to say in a quiet yet demeaning voice."I don't think anyone needs to hear about this do they. And I also don't think that Dianne's boyfriend Anthony wants to hear about you wanting to be with his girlfriend. I should let you know that neither Anthony or I are strangers to having violent tendencies. So we could both fuck you up if we wanted to. So i'll make you a promise. I won't go and tell Anthony about you and Dianne, if you don't either:

A: Piss me off or tell anyone about our situation

or B: Get me kicked out of the show and ruin my career."

"Also,i'm quite good at knowing when someone want's to kill them self. And from what I've heard, you've been standing at the top of that cliff for a long time now wondering whether to jump or not. Just to let you know i'll always be there to give you a little push. Have a good birthday." He said this all so calmly. Like a psychopath. My head was going into overdrive. My body began to shake and I couldn't get up off of the floor. I tried to stand up but I couldn't as I suddenly felt the solid kick of Danny's boot onto my forehead. My vision went blurry. And I could feel the bruise begin to form on my forehead. I slowly lifted my hand up to where he kicked me before he began running off down the road.

As I brought my fingers back down to my eye level, I could see that they were covered in a dark, thick coating of my blood. I kept my had on the cut and used all my energy to rush up stairs. As I got in I could see that half the people had gone and the party was dying out. Byron came up to me and asked if I was alright. Being drunk himself he couldn't tell that I was bleeding. I told him that I was fine but had to go to bed. As I walked up the stairs, he calmed out my name.

I turned around. "Just to let you know, Dianne had drunk way to much and passed out. Myself and a few of the pros put her up on your bed so she could sleep."

I nodded and went up anyway. My vision was getting blurrier and everything started to go dark. I managed to get onto my bed and instantly passed out. My body in pain. My eyes seeing nothing but darkness.