A Love Story

Katie’s POV.
Tuesday, 7:30 pm. Alone in my motel bathroom. I look at myself though my blood shot eyes examining the effects of the drugs taking place. My face an eye soring yellow, my once red luscious lips now a pale pink, chapped leaving cracks from corner to corner. Can this really be me? I can’t even this creature standing in front of me… The dark bags under my eyes eliminated the special glow in my skin; I wanted to make myself look better as soon as possible. I wanted to be Harry’s Barbie doll again!
I took my hair out of my pony tail running my fingers through my waves unknotting it, but something caught me by surprise, chunks of hair were beginning to fall out. Blonde locks covered the dirty motel bathroom sink. I got a sharp pain in the back of my head followed by a flashback of Harry playing with my hair twirling it in between his fingers, then another flashback of Harry caressing my plump full lips. I couldn’t take it anymore! Now a days any little though of Harry makes my body ache, I miss him. I love him. I need him. I collected all the hair spread all over the sink, when a loud bang at the door followed by screaming made my heart stop.

“Katie! Open the door!”

My heart fell to the floor, this can’t be happening. It can’t be him. I quickly ran to the door praying that it wasn’t.
I stood on my tippy toes peering through the peep hole. It was a tall broad man wearing a black hoodie, looking like he was in a hurry. It’s him, that’s it, I’m dead.

“KATIE!” He shouted followed by more banging.
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t!
“If you don’t open, I’ll turn you in.” He said in a lower voice.

My heart began to race at 100 miles per hour, I didn’t know what to do. If I open I have a big risk of getting hurt, if I don’t I will get turned and Harry will find out about everything. After a full 30 seconds of frantic thinking, I took a deep breath and slowly unlocked the door not wanting to open. I was instantly shoved back slamming to the floor, trying to rebalance myself as he locked the door behind him.
“What do you want from me Jack.?” I questioned firmly not daring to look at his face.
He just chuckled while mimicking me.
Of course I knew what he wanted, I owe him 500$ for the meth I bought last week.

“Don’t play stupid with me Katie. You know damn well what I’m here for!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now please leave.”
I was standing behind the desk next to the queen size bed, but he still managed to reach me. He grabbed my face in his cold shaky hand and pulled me across the room.

“Where’s my money Katie…?”
I just pushed him aside not answering, but quickly after regretting it.
He grabbed my shoulder from behind and spun me around, balling his fist and jamming it into my stomach with all his force causing me to throw up a little on the already stained carpet.

“Strike one.” He snickered walking right past my moans of pain.

“Jack, please…” I cried.

“My money Katie.”

“I know.” I grunted forcing myself back up.

“It’s just that I don’t have that much right now…” I continued.

“Well it just so happens that I need just the amount of money you owe me. You had one whole week to get it together! I need my money now.”

“Jack I don’t have it!”

He didn’t say anything but I saw him adjusting something on his right palm.

“Jack what are you doing…?”

“Do you have my money Katie?” He asked slowly walking closer.

I saw a piece of metal shine under his sleeve, my head spun, I began to feel dizzy. Everything was just too much, but he continued to get closer.

“Katie…” He whispered in my ear pulling out a pocket knife from under his sleeve just as I thought.
I couldn’t do anything but cry. My body was frozen in shock and I couldn’t move a muscle.

“You do know what I have to do know…Right?” He whispered with his nasty breathe that smelled of rotten eggs and old onions.

He took his knife and slowly took of the strap on my left shoulder. I started to breathe heavier and I couldn’t see clearly, he must be joking right? He’s not going to rape me…right?

Candi’s POV.

I watched as Luke poured his plate of cereal smiling his ass off. Usually it’s good when your brother smiles, but not in this case. Last night was his date with Layla, which it seems to look as if it went good.

“Good Morning.” I said breaking the silence.

“Good Morning!” He said trying to hide his smile.

I looked at him raising one eye brow and asked,
“So how was it?”

“The date? Oh it was fine.”

“Just…fine? That’s it?” I asked very confused.

“Yea. Just fine.” He smiled takin in a bite of Fruity Pebbles.

“So you’re still up for the plan…right?”
He was silent for a second then answered,

“Why wouldn’t I be?”
I have to be honest that took me by surprise but at least he didn’t chicken out.

“Okay good, I was just making sure.”

“Yea… I’ll catch you at school. I gatta meet someone before school starts.”

I stood back peeling a banana examining his every move as he walked out the door. If he going to meet Layla? I hope he’s not playing me because this won’t end up pretty.

Brandon’s POV.
I lied. I don’t have to meet everyone; I just had to get away from Candi. I had an amazing time last night with Layla but I can’t forget what Candi said about her. When I sit back to think about it, it’s hard to believe how someone so sweet as her can do the things that Candi has told me. But then again Candi wouldn’t lie to me, so now I’m stuck.

Niall’s POV.

I woke up to the sound of Layla and Jennifer fighting.

Layla“No you can’t expect to just walk in here and do things like that! It’s not right!”

Jennifer “Oh you just sit back and watch. Everything that you and your little know it all “Bff” love will be taken over by me and Aiden.”

Layla “WHAT?! Are you serious right now? You think a little piece of crap that lived of the street two weeks ago can come and change everything in our lives?! NIALL IS WAY TOO GOOD FOR YOU, AND WOULD NEVER EVEN DARE THINKING OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU.”

I quickly rushed out of my room and ran into the guest room wanting to know what the hell was going on. I guess Harry was thinking the same way since we ran into each other in the living room hallway; we gave each other the look of ‘Oh god’ and continued to the living room.

“What’s going on??” I questioned.

They were both talking at the exact same time and so fast that I couldn’t understand a word coming out of their mouth, but then Jennifer turned around and pushed Layla with all the force in her body onto the floor.
“I said stay out of this!” Jennifer yelled.

Harry quickly grabbed Jenifer’s arm and practically threw her on the couch.
Layla had hit her head on the coffee table, so she had a little mark on her fore head. I motioned Harry to take Layla out so I can see what the hell is going through Jennifer’s head.

“What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“Niall. It was her.”

“Do you honestly think that, that kind of reality tv shit is going to work with me?? You better get you shit together and explain right now what the hell happened. Im am at a level of pissed that you’ve never seen before, so spill it.
She gave me a look of disgust and said,
“Aiden needs his bottle.”
I pulled her back down almost dislocating her shoulder and yelled,
“I AM PAYING FOR HIS GOD DAMN BOTTLE, I AM PAYING FOR YOUR FOOD, AND IM LETTING YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE WITH BARELY ANYTHING LEFT FOR ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND. YOUR LUCKY IM EVEN LETTING YOU LIVE HERE. SO WHEN I SAY ANSWER MY QUESTION. YOU ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION.”
She immediately started bawling saying Im right, and that shes sorry. That’s when Harry rushed in and told her to walk away into the other room.

“Hey mate, what happened…?”

Notes

Here it is...finally! Chapter 27!!

Shout out to @Lukeypukeyisbae who gave me the encouragement to continue writing.

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