"What did you say?" I said uneasily.

"I think she said you should have killed yourself." The other blonde interjects. I clenched my fist, I was fighting off every urge to not beat those girls asses.

"You look like your stressing out." The blonde taunted.

"Nope just trying to keep my fist from punching your face."

"Do it. Come on." The brunette said.

"Here lets make this easier." The other blonde said. Behind them were a bunch of paparazzi. Here something they can put in their magazine. Before I could react the brunette punched me in the face. I put my hand over where she just punched me. I have her an evil smile.

"You punch like a bitch." I quickly tackle her to the ground. I felt someone pulling me off of the girl.

"Let me go. She punched me fist I haven't even gotten to hit her yet." I said while trying to get out of the tight grip of this person's hands.

"Breanne."

It was Niall I then stopped resisting and let him take me away from the girls and to my car. He opened the passenger side door for me and I got in. He closed the door and got in on the driver side. He gave me a concerned look.

"Breanne what the hell happened?!" He yelled

"Did you not see that she fucking punched me?!" I yelled.

"Yes but why would she punch you? You had to piss her off."

"You think I caused it?! Really Niall really?"

"Well why else would she punch you just because she felt like it.?" He said looking at me like I'm dumb.

"No! She told me I should have tried harder to kill myself. I stood there and just tried my hardest not to punch her. Then she asked what was wrong. And I told her I was trying my hardest not to punch her. Then she said something back, blah blah blah. Then she punched ME! I didn't do jack! So just take me home." I said looking out of the window. Niall touched my arm I jerked it away from him. I heard him let out a quiet sigh. He turned on the car and drive home.

The car ride home was fairly awkward. Niall made several times but I didn't feel like talking right now. I know I shouldn't be mad at Niall, I'm not really mad I'm just.. I don't know exactly how I feel right now. To make things worse Andre wants to do the thing... Tonight. I have been sitting in the room ever since we gotten home, I'm contemplating whether I should go or risk dying just to get out of the gang. I heard the door open, I look up a bit and caught a glimpse of Louis.

"Hey kid." He said sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Hey Lou." I said looking at the wall.

"Are you going to talk to Niall. He's still a little down he thinks you hate him."

"I don't hate him, lots of things on my mind right now."

"Like?"

"Like everyone knows about me cutting, they know a lot about my past, and Andre. He wants we to go with them tonight. But I don't want to do this again."

"Bree. What are you doing to do?"

"I'm going to be jumped out. That's the only way out."

"You're crazy! You can't. I won't let you!"

"I have to Lou! And it will happen tonight.! Whether you guys like it or not."

"Breanne please."

"Louis I'm sorry. But I have to."