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.


6. Familiar Faces

I yawned and stretched my arms above my head, my body flexing in protest. Sitting up in bed I looked beside me and sighed. An empty bed, indented with the shape of Jade's body. It was beginning to smooth out now, without the comfort of her beside me. Lonely mornings. Truth be told, I missed having someone to wake up to. Someone to brush kisses softly down their naked spine, down across the expanses of their skin. To make them want me, to put my king-sized bed to good use.

As usual, Faye sprung to mind.

"Thanks, Brain. You're completely fucked up thinking that I'd let Faye into my bed. Especially with Jade gone."

Just fucking great, I was talking to myself now.

I got out of bed and padded through to my en suite shower, turning it on and stripping down my blue boxer shorts.

When the water was hot enough, I stepped in and attempted to relax, but as most people know, it's hard to relax when you have a job to do.

Bringing Scott down was going to be harder than I thought.



"Hey, bro."

Scott smiled radiantly when I sat down beside him. My hair was still slightly damp from the shower, but I'd styled it well.

"Hi, how are you getting on?"

He considered the question a few seconds before answering.

"I'm good, great actually. Brittany was just a stepping stone I guess. Besides, that was ages ago."

It was last night, asshole, I though. But I bit back the words with some effort.

"Cool, glad you're doing okay."

He thanked me and the class continued to be boring and a complete waste of my time. Scott and I talked about the usual 'boy stuff', football, girls, plans. Mid-conversation, a girl with dyed-green hair leaned over and whispered something to Scott. Something that apparently wasn't too positive because as soon as the bell rang, Scott marched out without another word my way.

I followed him, obviously, along the hallway and stopped him a few lockers down from mine.

"What did she say?" I sounded concerned, like a good friend would.

Scott grimaced, rubbing at the worry lines on his forehead.

"I'll show you," he sighed.






The words were scrawled across the wall in fat black letters across the toilet walls. I knew who'd written it, of course. It was Elise. Before I'd fallen asleep last night she had texted me telling me her plan.

Funnily enough, she'd grown on me this past week. Elise was a mastermind at this shit, after all, she loved taking revenge and what better then to destroy the dick who killed her sister?

"Jesus, mate. Who did it?"

"That's the thing," he shrugged "I don't know."

Well too bad, I thought, I do.

"Can't someone clean it off?" I asked, taking a step closer to the blocky writing. It didn't look anything like mine, or Elise's. Hers was curly and cute. Mine was simple but nice-looking. This was huge and roughly written.

"No, it's permanent." He looked knackered, completely out of his head.

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to laugh so badly it was stupid. Of course Elise would use permanent marker, just like the loss of Jade was permanent. Nothing could bring her back; nothing could rub this off.

"Oh God!"

A shout from across the hall in the ladies bathrooms sent all the guys bolting across into the girls toilets and there was a circle of gasping girls.

This time, you could tell Elise had gotten creative. In huge pink writing, swirling and cute, were the words:


I know the words seemed stupid, but you wouldn't think it if you'd have saw Faye's reaction. She had her arms folded across her chest and her plump pink lips pursed shut. But I saw past that, and I noticed the tears welling in her eyes.

Rage boiled up inside me and I bit down on my lower lip to keep me from punching something. I told Elise to only write about Scott!

I marched into the now empty hallway and took out my phone, dialing Elise's number.

"Hey, Elise speaking?"

"You fucked up, Elise. I only told you to write about Scott!"

Her laugh was musical, even through the phone.

"Oh Niall, don't you see? I had to get to her too, just to make him hurt more. Wait a sec'. . . are you saying you care for her?!"

"No!" I said, but it was a little to hurried.

"Good, because I'm backing out of this thing if you're going to start caring for the stupid fuckers."

My hand clenched on the mobile.

"I'm not," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Fine. Come over tonight and we can discuss our next move. Seven o' clock, okay?"


And I hung up.




School passed in a rush and I hardly had time to comfort Faye before she jumped into her car and sped out the school parking area.

I climbed into my own car and yawned, tugging a hand through my hair.


After arriving home I got changed and sat on my bed, listening to music.


I'd had my eyes closed, my foot moving with the beat. Mum was standing against my door frame with her arms folded across her chest.


"Yes?" I took one earphone out and sat up, crossing my legs.

She unfolded her arms and came over to my bedside.

"How're you doing?"

Oh. It was just another check-up. After Jade passed, I didn't cope too well. Sometimes Mum would come home and my bedroom would be smashed to pieced with me sat in my bathroom sobbing. Or I would cry out in my sleep and call out her name.

It was pretty pathetic.

"I'm okay."

"Really? Where do you go, when I'm not there to ask? Or what do you do while I'm at work?"

She had one eyebrow raised and was wearing an expression that said I wasn't leaving until she had an answer.

"I go to my mates house."

She smiled, apparently satisfied.

"Who's this mate then?"

"His name's Scott." And I've been busy trying to destroy his life to avenge my dead girlfriend in hopes of achieving some sort of relief from this depression, but I also may be falling for his sexy sister.

But I didn't say that last part. Seemed too over-dramatic.

"You should ask him if he wants to come over for dinner some time," Mum smiled, tousling my hair. I batted her hand away and shook my head.

"I'm not five, Mum."

Mum looked crest-fallen.

"I know. But sometimes I wish you were."

Then she left, leaving me to stare at her retreating back in shock.

I wished I was five again, too.



I sat under the same tree I did the day of the funeral and closed my eyes, resting my head against the strong, solid tree trunk. The weather was nice and sunny with a slight breeze and the air smelt fresh and earthy.

"It's you again."

I jumped, startled.

"Jeez! You don't half-know how to scare a guy!" I said, my heart racing.

Alex smiled slightly. She had her hair free of beanie hats today, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. The tips of it weren't blue this time, but a gently rosy pink. She was wearing a knee-length rose petal pink dress with a daisy-chain necklace. On her feet she wore cream-colored ballet flats. She looked beautiful, her guitar resting on her thighs. Her voice was light, merry and sing-song. Good for a singer.

"You look different."

"Good," I said, "or bad?"

She looked me up and down then shifted closer, peering at my face with intense green eyes. In some ways she reminded me of an angel. A bat-shit-crazy angel.

"Good. Definitely good."

If she leaned closer, I could catch her smell of sweet perfume.

I gestured to her clothing, then her feet.

"Why the change in style?"

She slipped off her shoes and set them on the grass, crossing her legs and smiling softly.

"It's my mum's birthday today," Alex murmured, her doe-eyes wistful and hoping.

"How old is she?" I asked, turning my body towards Alex's.

"Two years today. Since she died, I mean."

I wanted to kick myself. Of course, that's why she was here.

Stupid Niall.

"It's alright. You didn't know."

I looked at Alex, and I knew she was a good person, no matter how loony she may seem. Some part of my brain wondered if she got bullied at school for her nature. But she couldn't, she seemed too understanding. She knew I felt bad about her mum without me even voicing my thoughts.

"I haven't visited Jade's grave yet. Want to come with me?" I stood up, brushed off the seat of my jeans and held out a hand to her. She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and set down her guitar before standing up to join me.


We stood, staring down at the grave. Alex's hand was still in mine, soft and petite.

"What was she like?" Alex asked, tilting her head to the side like a confused puppy.

I felt a lump rise in my throat.

"She was. . . amazing. Always happy, like you. But stubborn," I laughed shakily, "because she would go into a sulk if she didn't get what she wanted."

"Go on," Alex urged gently.

I took a deep breath.

"But something changed in her. Everything changed in her, after she received that message." I felt some anger mixed in with the grief, now.

Alex looked sympathetic, but not in the annoying way other people did. This was genuine, a true pity for my sorrow.

How could Alex lose her mum and still be how she is? I guess it is true what they say ; the people who have lost the most, love the most.

"Who sent her a message?"

"A bastard called Scott sent her something anonymously telling her to kill herself. So she did. I'm going to take my revenge though, I swore to Jade that I would."

Alex slipped her hand out of mine and turned to me, her eyes wide and understanding.

"You don't need to. Suicide isn't a way out. It was Jade's choice to end her life. Yes, that guy might've been silly sending her such a message, but in the end it was Jade who made the decision. And you? Maybe it would be better if you lived, instead of focusing your time on a guy who did nothing to you."

I paused for a second, then turned to her.

"You don't know anything, Alex. Jade was everything to me, my world. And to have some dick take her away from me? You don't understand, she didn't choose. It was her escape from a world of hatred. All she ever wanted from life was to live. And now she's there!"

I stabbed my finger towards her headstone and let a strangled sob slip from my throat and shook my head. I knew I shouldn't take it out on Alex, and I knew she had to go through the pain of losing someone too, but I didn't care at that point. I needed something or someone to take my anger out on and Alex, an understanding, caring person, was there to take it out on.

"I'm sorry," Alex whispered, making me feel even more guilty. She shouldn't be apologizing for God's sake!

I looked away, at my dead girlfriend's name carved into stone. Time to visit Elise.

"So am I."








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