Break me to build me

chapter 22

NIALL´S POV

I am currently sitting in this club I can’t even remember what it called! I have taken about five glasses of vodka and three glasses of beer, I can't even see straight.

I am drinking all of my feelings away! If I can’t feel anything I´m happy. If it means that ill forget about Justin I’ll do anything!

A guy walks up to me as I was sweeping my sixth glass of beer. He looks really familiar but I´m too drunk to even think about it.

“hi, what are you doing over here? the party is over there?” he asks as I look up at him with emotionless expression as he smiles.

“I drinking” I respond and I guess that he can’t understand a shit of what is coming out of my mouth.

“okay, sorry, um my names josh, yours?” he smile at me but as I just turn around and ask for another beer.

“m´Niall” I answer as he smile at me I just frown because why is he talking with me I´m not hot I´m not even close to that, I´m a killer I have no life and I have left my boyfriend or ex-boyfriend now I left him and my friends in fear of being judged…

“well that’s a beautiful name! so what do you say about, you, me, my flat, bed and a little bit of fun?” he answer I nod without thinking.

“yeah why not…” I stand up swoop my beer and wobbled out from the gay bar I think that it is or am I that drunk that I go in to a fucking straight club…

---- AT THE FLAT----

 I walk in to the flat and look around why? I don’t know…

“so u-“ josh comes behind me and puts a bag over my head and drag me over to a chair. What the heck? Is he some kinky motherfucker?

“is this some kink or something?” I ask as he sit me down on the chair.

“no I´m just gonna take something back, you know when you get angry and you want to stab someone?”

“n-no?” what the he- fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! He's the person I stabbed! Is here to kill me?!

“oh hell no!! are you that guy!! How the hell did you find me? I can’t get loose!!! What have you do-“ he put a gag in my mouth so that I couldn’t speak. I tried to scream but he just smiled viciously at me.

“ now you are going to feel as much pain as I did, you took away my life because of that, you broke my leg and you punched me in the face, I broke my fucking nose!” he smiles at me.

“you’re a sick bastard!!” I screamed at his face and I hoped that I spat in his face.

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Hi! :) i know that i haven´t been so social when it comes to like this after text? what they now call them! but here i am! :) and i just anted to know if someone out there actually liked this and read it? just a simple comment i would love! and see you next update! ;)