Sister Payne (n.h.)

Chapter 24

A/N: Guys, this chapter might get a little fucked up. If you aren't okay with self harm or drug/alcohol abuse, I wouldn't read this. Sorry. It's vital to the plot.
Liam's P.O.V.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Why did this have to happen? My mum was a good fucking person. She didn't deserve to die. And right when Sky was getting better. God damn it.

We got back to the house, where Skyler quickly ran to her room. Not even two minutes later all hell began to break loose. Sounds of Sky's dresser hitting the ground and glass breaking could be heard all throughout the house. All of us ran as fast as we could to her room, but she had the door locked.

"Skyler! Open the door!" I screamed while pounding my fists onto the wooden door. I was hitting it so hard, I was surprised it didn't crack.

She didn't answer. The only response we got was the sound of something hitting the wall and her sobs.

"Baby. Please let us in." Niall made an attempt at soothing her.

The door slowly opened. And the sight that was in front of us was not only gruesome, but devastating after all we've been through today.

Niall's P.O.V.

Oh my god. Parts of the broken mirror were all over the floor. The dresser was completely smashed along with several vases and other various items. But the way the room looked was the least of my worries. There stood Skyler, with a piece of broken mirror in her hand, covered in blood. She had slit her wrists several times. Not terribly deep, and thank god she didn't do it vertically, not that I'm condemning what she did.

"Baby, no." I softly say while moving to give her a hug.

She quickly moves out of my reach.

"Don't touch me." She snarls.

"Let us help you, Sky. It's gonna be okay." Liam tries to soothe her.

"Don't you dare tell me it's going to be okay, Liam. Nothing is ever going to be fucking okay again. What the hell is wrong with you? Mum is dead! And you're saying it's going to be fucking okay! Go to hell. All of you." Skyler screamed.

"Sky, calm down and put the mirror down." Harry tried to persuade her.

"No, fuck you guys." She said with a scowl.

Without any of us even being ready, she ran to the balcony and was gone. We raced out to stop her, but she had already disappeared. Where the fuck did she go?!

Skyler's P.O.V.

Fuck them. Fuck all of them. They don't get it. They don't fucking get it. My mum died. She's gone. And I didn't even get to say goodbye. It's not fair.

The cuts on my wrists sting, but I embrace the pain. It soothes me. Makes me feel better. I know something that will make me feel much better though.

I make my way to the familiar club that I used to go to. I know a guy here that used to supply my addiction. I need to speak with him. I walk straight into the club, the bouncers all know me, they let me do whatever the hell I want. I see him right away and walk up to him, grabbing a bottle of vodka on the way, immediately chugging it.

"Sky! Babe! Long time, no see! You want your usual bag of weed?" Ryan asked with that sneaky, but familiar glint in his eye.

"No, Ryan. I don't think weed is going to do it for me. I need something stronger."

"What do you have in mind? Your wish is my command. Well, granted you make your payment. You remember what you have to do, right, sweetheart?" Ryan asked with a smug look.

Of course I remember the payment. He's a disgusting pig, but he gives good drugs. I nod and he leads me into his private room.

"Get on your knees, bitch." Ryan quickly pushes me down onto my knees.

He quickly takes out his dick, not taking his time at all.

"You know what to do, shove my cock down your throat, and then I'll reward the little slut." He doesn't even give me time to respond before shoving himself into my mouth.

Five minutes later, he's finished in my mouth. Sucking him off isn't pleasant. He's rough and slaps me around a few times, but I'll do anything to take away the pain.

"Alright, babe. How can I help you? What drug do you want." He says while he zips up.

"Heroine."