When Niall's girlfriend is driven over the edge by a message sent anonymously, Niall breaks down. But after paying a visit to her sister, he decides to take revenge. To find who did this to her.
To take them down.
But to do this, he needs to destroy a few lives, reveal a few secrets and break a few hearts.
A story of love, revenge and betrayal.


9. Even Rich Sods Have Problems

A.N: Hey guys. Hope you're liking it so far. Unfortunately, my characters aren't liking me so much right now. . well, enjoy the chapter my clovers! <3 ~ Patch xoxo.




Elise had Scott wrapped around her little finger for the next few weeks and I won't deny anything: it was kind of gross watching them make out every five seconds. I can tell she was enjoying it, almost as much as I enjoyed being with Faye. God, that's the cheesiest thing I've ever admitted in my entire life. It's ridiculous, if you think about it. I should be going along with the plan, not falling in love with it.


Anyway, after a few hours of sobbing and uncontrollable smashing of Scott's parents expensive shit, Scott finally took a deep breath and calmed down a little. We all just sat in his living room watching a shitty comedy movie while Scott took his mind of things by shoving his tongue as far down Elise's throat as humanly possible, and Faye cuddled up to me and kissed my neck on occasion.

It almost felt normal. Like I had normal friends and went on normal trips and had normal shit happen to me. But then I remembered: my ex was dead because of the fucker that was sat a meter away from me was snogging her sister and his sister was turning me on. It was fucking torture, so I attempted to distract myself.

"So, Scott. Since I'm your best mate, when I am I gonna meet your parents?"

Scott pulled away from Elise with a sound like someone trying to suck up the last of a milkshake with a straw and turned to me.

"Yeah, mate. You can meet my folks just as soon as I'm finished here. . . " he began to chuckle and kiss Elise's neck while she giggled and ruffled his hair like he was a nice little puppy. 

"Baby, can I meet them too?" Elise was doing good, worming herself into the situation as fast as possible.

"Yeah, you can too. I mean, you and good ole' Nialler here are friends so you can both come over and we can have dinner or somethin'."

Then he resumed the snogging. Either that or eating Elise, give or take. It made me laugh; while Scott was biting on Elise's lower lip, Faye and I would whisper jokes to each other about Scott being a cannibal.
"It's like he's taken meth and she's turned into a bloody chicken leg or something."

That made me laugh more than it should of, and I ended up going red in the face from chuckling so hard that I fell into Faye's lap and made a squeaking noise I've never made before. I was laughing so hard, Faye started to giggle too much that she was bent over my body. It was like a human roll-up that laughed too much.

"Why the fuck are we laughing?" Faye snorted, which just made us both burst into another round of giggles.

"I don't know!" I laughed, turning to look at Elise. She smiled at me while Scott was buried in her neck and hair.

And it was a smile that promised trouble.




I took a short visit to the graveyard the next day to refresh the flowers at Jade's grave and just say hi. After setting down a vase of white lily flowers, I turned and almost crapped myself from shock.

"Holy fuck. You scared the crap out of me."

Alex grinned and a dimple surfaced in her left cheek.

"Hey, Niall. Nice to see you again."

This time her hair was dyed green at the ends and she was wearing a white and green tie-dyed shirt that was tied in a knot beneath her cleavage showing her navel. She was wearing shorts that were cut off above her knees and acid-washed. She was barefooted with a gold anklet on. In her ears were stud earrings shaped like clovers. 

"Thought I'd dress for the occasion."

How did she know I would come today?

"Someone came to visit her earlier. A lass came and started to cry over the grave saying she was sorry for what she did. It was depressing. But I just sat under the tree and hummed 'Danny Boy'. I was waiting for you."

I chuckled. "Do you sleep here or something?"

"No," she smiled wearily. Like every time I saw her she was dressed brilliantly but looked weaker. Her eyes had bruise-like smudges under her eyes her smile was sagging slightly at the corners.

"Okay. . . well, I better get going. I have some stupid dinner to go to."

I began walking, but she stopped me by ever so gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Niall, don't. Whatever you think you're doing that's good, isn't as good as it seems. It's not worth it."

I grimaced, more than a little bit freaked out and kept walking until I reached the gates. How could she possibly know what the fuck was going on? The answer was she couldn't. Nobody could except for Elise.

Could they?




Alex's words ran through my head while Mrs Sinclair served us Sunday Roast. Apparently it was 'traditional' although I knew better; Scott's mum was never even home long enough to cook up a proper meal and Scott had been living off Faye's cooking for the past few months since Scott's dad got a new job somewhere in Bristol. It pissed me off that I couldn't at least cheer Faye up about her parent situation without having to comfort Scott in the process. Like my mum used to say whenever she took Greg and I shopping: 'You can't buy one without buying the other.' I guess the same rule applied to Faye and Scott.

"Gimme the mash will yeh?" Faye stretched herself over the table and grabbed the pot of mash from the mini-buffet that her parents had set out.

"So, Niall, what do you plan to do with your life once school's over?"

I thought for a second before replying.

"I'll probably shoot for a singing career," I told him, shoving a forkful of peas into my mouth to avoid further conversation.

Mr Sinclair, or 'Luke' as he insisted I call him, nodded and then replied after taking a drink of his wine.

"And how do you intend to go about this?"

I'd watched enough X Factor to know that I'd audition there once I had had enough of school.


I looked over at Faye who was sat back in her chair, staring at me as if I was a complete stranger. This wild and raw and perfect girl who once looked at me as if I was her whole world, could go to looking at me as if we had only just met.

"Faye?" I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear over the clinking of cutlery and small talk.

"You're just going to leave?" she asked, closing her eyes and slumping back in her chair before turning to her mother and asking to be excused. When she shoved back her chair and ran upstairs to her bedroom, I followed quickly enough that I could hear the blood pounding through my ears by the time I reached her bedroom.

I pushed open the door gently and stared for a second. Faye was curled into a small ball on her crumpled sheets, sobbing quietly, her back shuddering from the tears.

I walked over and pulled her shivering form into my lap, hugging her to my chest and brushing her hair with my chin.

"It's okay, Pixie. I promise, everything will be okay."

She looked up, her lips pursed.

"How do you know," she whispered.

"I don't," I answered truthfully. Because that's what you were supposed to say when your almost-girlfriend was crying onto your shirt and clutching at the material as if it were a life boat and she was drowning.

"I love you, Niall. And if you left? I don't know what I would do."

She pushed back to look at my face and I couldn't say it back, I just couldn't. So I simply looked at her, the tears falling down her cheeks, the curls that fell down her shoulders, the eyes that sparkled with unshed tears and the mouth which could kiss and talk and make me feel like I was human.

When I didn't say it back, after a few minutes, Faye nodded as if she'd expected such a thing and pushed away from me before standing up, wiping her cheeks and turning to go back downstairs.

"Faye, wait!"

But she didn't.





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