Sister Payne (n.h.)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Skyler's P.O.V.

The familiar feeling of letting go returned as what felt like fire course through my veins. Why did I ever give this up? I used to smoke so much weed daily. I was carefree all the time. Nothing could bring me down.

Now look. My mother died and I'm here shooting up, but feeling carefree. Shit. I need to shoot more up if I'm thinking about my mother.

So, that's exactly what I did. It didn't even occur to me how hardcore of a drug heroine is. It didn't occur to me that I was putting too much in my system. No, none of this ever occurred to me, while I slowly passed out alone in the room. Only did I realize what was going on when it struck me that I was overdosing. And I still didn't care. Maybe it's for the better. Nobody needs me around. Liam will move on and marry Sophia and won't have the burden of myself around. The boys would be okay, I'm not that important to them. Sophia, Perrie, and Eleanor would be alright. My dad has never given a shit about me. And Niall. Oh, Niall. He'll find the perfect girl for him. Not some stupid girl who blows other guys for drugs. I don't deserve him. I don't deserve any of them. I'm pathetic and the world will praise the fact that I'm gone. Everyone will be happy.

Ryan walked back into the empty room, noticing that I was slowly fading away. I guess he didn't get enough satisfaction from me going down on him because in no time he had my clothes off and was taking full advantage of me. Even if I had the strength to stop him, I wouldn't. I'm useless trash and deserve to be treated like this.

"You were always one of my favorites. You've always tasted so sweet and know how to suck a guy off." Ryan said while pulling out and finishing on me. "It's a pity that you're overdosing and I'm not gonna do shit about it. You're only good for a quick fuck, my dear."

Out of nowhere, I saw a flash of blonde hair. Ryan, who still had his lower half naked, was pushed off of me and tackled to the ground. Someone secured a blanket around me. Strong arms picked me up and cradled me into their chest. With all the energy I had left, I looked up to see my rescuers. Liam was quickly beating the shit out of Ryan. The other boys were calling an ambulance and the police. Who's strong hold was I in? The last thing I saw before darkness was a set of beautiful blue eyes.

Niall.

Short update. I'm sorry. At least it's something though. :)