Espy
Chapter 12
Flashback: (Niall's POV)
"You gonna back out? Like a girl?" He sneered, shoving his face at me. "You hang out with girls to much Niall Horney, it's making you weak."
I stared. What the hell was I supposed to do. I was fourteen and this guy was seventeen. We were alone in the schoolyard, no one was there to stop him from beating me senseless. And I certainly wasn't going to be able to defend myself.
He swung a hit me in the face, making me stumble backwards, clutching my check.
"HEY!"
I turned to see Essy running towards me. "Ni! Let me see your face!" She tried to pull my hands away, but I fought her. I knew a bruise was already blooming.
"Awww Ni Ni," sneered the boy who had hit me. "Did I smudge your make up?"
Essy turned slowly, a gleam in her eye that I'd only seen once before, and hoped never to see again. She usually was the most positive person, who'd never hurt a fly. She had a sort of "not all there" presence, and she always had a sweet, peaceful smile on her face.
I was surprising how ugly and fierce she could become when you pissed her off. All of a sudden she was all there. And all of a sudden she resembled a terrorist.
"What. Did you just say," she whispered. Even though it was just a whisper four of the five boys flinched and back away. They tried to do this unobtrusively, but failed.
The fifth just gave a cheeky smile, and stepped closer to her. "Aww, that's sweet, defending your sister," he smirked. "Forget blondie here, he's bringing you down. You could do so much better."
He reached forward and put his hand gently against her cheek.
In an instant he was on the ground. The four other boys flattened themselves against the fence as Essy punched and pummeled every inch of the boy.
"Essy! Essy!" I yelled, trying to pull her off him. Half-heartedly though. I kind of wanted to see him get his ass kicked.
Suddenly she pulled a knife out of her pocket. I gasped.
"Essy, no," I breathed.
"Don't touch him," she hissed, holding the knife threateningly against the boy's throat. "Ever. Again."
"You'd never use that," the boy croaked, still managing to crack a cheeky grin even with a black eye and bleeding nose. "You couldn't even cut anything with that."
"Really?" She snarled. "REALLY??"
She pulled the knife away from his throat and slit her wrist. It all happened in a split second and suddenly her scarlette blood was gushing down her arm.
"ESSY!" I screamed.
She didn't seem concerned at all.
She took two fingers from her left hand, the arm that wasn't bleeding, and swiped some blood from her other wrist. She drew a line in her own blood across his throat.
Without a word she stood up, turned away, grabbed my hand and led me away. The boy didn't move an inch as we walked away.
"Essy, let's go clean that off," I said shakily, pointing at her bleeding wrist.
"Don't bother," she sighed. "It'll stop."
She still seemed bothered by something, but she remained silent. Sometime I wondered about her. She seemed so carefree, but there it was. The second time she'd simply... exploded. And this monster had come out. Where had it come from?
"You know I don't care what they say," I whispered suddenly, as we walked on the familiar path home. "You're my best friend. They're just jealous they don't have such an amazing friend. You're perfect, smart and beautiful. And they're idiots."
She smiled and looked sideways at me.
"I love you," I said.
She stopped and turned. Before I knew what was happening she was kissing me. And it was perfect.
"I love you too."
Espy's POV:
I stared at Mr. Horan.
"I'm her father," he repeated after a long silence, staring at he wall above Mr. Styles head.
"What..."
"Anyways," Ms. Edwards said shortly. "We need you to watch her. Me, Zayn and Niall are going to Ireland, and she can't stay here by herself."
"What the hell," Mr. Tomlinson breathed.
"And why the sudden urge to go to Ireland?" Mr. Payne asked.
"Want to see my mum," Mr. Horan mumbled.
"And Zayn misses your mum?" Mr. Payne snorted.
"He didn't want to travel alone," Ms. Edwards snapped.
"Let's go," Mr. Horan said. "Espy's suitcase is here. We'll be back in a week or so."
"Or more," Mr. Malik muttered.
"Bye Espy," Mr. Horan said, walking over to me and scooping me up into a hug.
"Bye Daddy," I whispered.
"You gonna back out? Like a girl?" He sneered, shoving his face at me. "You hang out with girls to much Niall Horney, it's making you weak."
I stared. What the hell was I supposed to do. I was fourteen and this guy was seventeen. We were alone in the schoolyard, no one was there to stop him from beating me senseless. And I certainly wasn't going to be able to defend myself.
He swung a hit me in the face, making me stumble backwards, clutching my check.
"HEY!"
I turned to see Essy running towards me. "Ni! Let me see your face!" She tried to pull my hands away, but I fought her. I knew a bruise was already blooming.
"Awww Ni Ni," sneered the boy who had hit me. "Did I smudge your make up?"
Essy turned slowly, a gleam in her eye that I'd only seen once before, and hoped never to see again. She usually was the most positive person, who'd never hurt a fly. She had a sort of "not all there" presence, and she always had a sweet, peaceful smile on her face.
I was surprising how ugly and fierce she could become when you pissed her off. All of a sudden she was all there. And all of a sudden she resembled a terrorist.
"What. Did you just say," she whispered. Even though it was just a whisper four of the five boys flinched and back away. They tried to do this unobtrusively, but failed.
The fifth just gave a cheeky smile, and stepped closer to her. "Aww, that's sweet, defending your sister," he smirked. "Forget blondie here, he's bringing you down. You could do so much better."
He reached forward and put his hand gently against her cheek.
In an instant he was on the ground. The four other boys flattened themselves against the fence as Essy punched and pummeled every inch of the boy.
"Essy! Essy!" I yelled, trying to pull her off him. Half-heartedly though. I kind of wanted to see him get his ass kicked.
Suddenly she pulled a knife out of her pocket. I gasped.
"Essy, no," I breathed.
"Don't touch him," she hissed, holding the knife threateningly against the boy's throat. "Ever. Again."
"You'd never use that," the boy croaked, still managing to crack a cheeky grin even with a black eye and bleeding nose. "You couldn't even cut anything with that."
"Really?" She snarled. "REALLY??"
She pulled the knife away from his throat and slit her wrist. It all happened in a split second and suddenly her scarlette blood was gushing down her arm.
"ESSY!" I screamed.
She didn't seem concerned at all.
She took two fingers from her left hand, the arm that wasn't bleeding, and swiped some blood from her other wrist. She drew a line in her own blood across his throat.
Without a word she stood up, turned away, grabbed my hand and led me away. The boy didn't move an inch as we walked away.
"Essy, let's go clean that off," I said shakily, pointing at her bleeding wrist.
"Don't bother," she sighed. "It'll stop."
She still seemed bothered by something, but she remained silent. Sometime I wondered about her. She seemed so carefree, but there it was. The second time she'd simply... exploded. And this monster had come out. Where had it come from?
"You know I don't care what they say," I whispered suddenly, as we walked on the familiar path home. "You're my best friend. They're just jealous they don't have such an amazing friend. You're perfect, smart and beautiful. And they're idiots."
She smiled and looked sideways at me.
"I love you," I said.
She stopped and turned. Before I knew what was happening she was kissing me. And it was perfect.
"I love you too."
Espy's POV:
I stared at Mr. Horan.
"I'm her father," he repeated after a long silence, staring at he wall above Mr. Styles head.
"What..."
"Anyways," Ms. Edwards said shortly. "We need you to watch her. Me, Zayn and Niall are going to Ireland, and she can't stay here by herself."
"What the hell," Mr. Tomlinson breathed.
"And why the sudden urge to go to Ireland?" Mr. Payne asked.
"Want to see my mum," Mr. Horan mumbled.
"And Zayn misses your mum?" Mr. Payne snorted.
"He didn't want to travel alone," Ms. Edwards snapped.
"Let's go," Mr. Horan said. "Espy's suitcase is here. We'll be back in a week or so."
"Or more," Mr. Malik muttered.
"Bye Espy," Mr. Horan said, walking over to me and scooping me up into a hug.
"Bye Daddy," I whispered.
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2/20/15