I'm your average girl, moody teenager, everyone knows me. Except they think I'm a murderer. It's not true, of course, but does that matter? Not to them; they hate me, but I survive. But it isn't until a certain band member- with the name of Niall James Horan- comes to town that my world really spins. What will happen to me? That's for me to know, and me to tell. See you around.


9. They're Back

Luckily for them, they didn't mention Dylan at all. So, after twenty tense minutes of screaming, silence, and me hiding in my room, we finally got our day started- by ice skating. Later on, we had lunch- where I got a massive burger that I haven't had in forever- and then we were on our way back to town. It was a long drive so we had to go early. As I was sitting in the back of the truck, though, the reality of going back to that place sank in, and I started to get dizzy. That's usually what happens when I was going some where I absolutely did not want to be. I lied down on the floor and shut my eyes, feeling my black hair fall over my eyes as I let myself fade into the darkness as I felt someone gently trace circles on the small of my back.



I fell to the floor- hard. I held my now throbbing face, as I scrambled to get back on my feet, only to have my ankle grabbed, dragging me clawing and screaming.

"It's no use! You won't get away, ever!" He screamed as he dragged me back to the retched room. I kicked, and kicked until my foot finally collided with something that stopped the dragging. I scrambled away as I looked behind me- I had knocked him out. Finally, I ran out and into the open, running straight towards home. It was around midnight, and I was exhausted, dehydrated, and starving. Not exactly the best combination in this situation. I ran, and ran, until some body ran into me. We both fell down and I got a good look at them- well, the best I could. He was wearing a black ski mask, with colored contacts, and the rest of him was cloaked in black as well. So, I did the thing any logical person would do in this situation. Scream. He clumsily got up and ran in a different  direction, towards the edge of town. I got to my feet as well, and ran around the corner just there. Oh how I wish I hadn't. Lying there was the most gruesome thing I could imagine. A mangled body of a man lie there, disfigured in face and torso. I was innocent, I couldn't dare even try to comprehend what he had to do to make this man look this way, or why. The next thing I knew, sirens were blaring behind me. I was in a kind of trance. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, all I could do was stare at the poor pale man. It went by in a blur; someone handcuffed me and hauled me into the back of the police car.


"Get the hell out my house!" My mother shouted at me.

"But mother! I didn't do it, you heard the police!" I pleaded back. I would never in all my life kill a man. They caught the murderer, they can't possibly suspect me!

"You heard me! OUT!" She pushed me out the door, my little back pack in hand. I was crying, although you probably couldn't tell because of the thunder storm the was raging on. I ran to the one place I knew was safe- Maura's shop. I knew she would welcome me in, at least until the storm ended. I was no good on my own, I'm only fifteen!




"Liv! Liylaray wake up!" A voice shouted. I screamed and sat upright, only to head-butt some one, causing me to fall back down. I grunted- as I heard a boy voice do also- and rubbed my forehead, opening my eyes. I was drenched in sweat, and lying in Nialls lap.

"You were having a nightmare. You just started kicking and screaming," Zayn said, looking with concerned eyes down at me.

"It wasn't a nightmare," I wiped the involuntary tear that strayed down the side of my eye and took a shaky breath. "I used to get them all the time, about a year ago. Now they're back," I glanced around, trying to get my bearings back, and saw the other three boys shooting me confused and caring glances. I gave them a small smile and waved it off, I can explain later. Niall pulled me into a hug and whispered;

"You have nothing to worry about. We're here. I'm here now," My heart started thumping at an uneven rate. Damn, I think I have a crush on this kid.


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