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.


3. Sisters, Sex and Secrets.

I meandered into my first class, slumping down at my 'throne' which was placed at the back of the class, out of sight. I could get away with more stuff when nobody could see me, or knew where to look.

Fortunately for me, little Scotty SinClaire knew where to find me. He was sitting right next to me, flicking through a notebook full of blocky handwriting. I was surprised when he turned to talk to me.

"Hey, um, do you have any notes I could borrow. Shakespeare's a pain in the ass."

He shot me a smile that spelled out 'I'm sure you understand' so directly he could've had it tattooed on his forehead. I nodded and pulled a couple of sheets of paper out my bag before handing them to him.


"You're welcome." I shot him a smile, the most fake smile anybody has ever seen, and turned to look at the teacher. He was reciting a piece from Hamlet with great gusto. I watched, bored and tired.

"So what's your name?" Scott turned to me and I blinked, trying to wipe the smile off my face. This was going better than planned.

"Niall, you're Scott, right?"

He nodded, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair. He reminded me of Leonardo DiCaprio in the stupidest way, what with his white smile and kind eyes. It made me want to puke.

"You know my sister?" he asked.

"No. . . should I?"

He seemed abashed for a split second before reconstructing his annoyingly calm expression. It made me think of Alex back in the cemetery a few months ago. It'd taken me so long to plan everything out, and there was no way in hell I was backing down now. Scott was going to get everything he deserved, and more.

"Oh, it's nothing. Her name's Faye. She's seventeen, in our year. I would've assumed she'd have told you about me by now."

I wanted to punch him so desperately, but concentrated hard on his words instead.

"Is she cute?"

Scott seemed to mull this over for a while before choosing to respond.

"Lots of boys like her, and she's curvy, yeah. But I can't say I find her attractive in that way. I'm her brother."

No shit, Sherlock, I thought. I'd just have to ask around.

Then maybe. . . an evil thought occurred to me - maybe I could get this Faye to become my friend and dig up all the shit on her brother. Elise would've done the same to Jade, after all. Here's hoping Faye's a bitch too.

"She sounds nice," I offered, and he grinned. His grin made me think violent thoughts.


"She is. A nice person, I mean. You'd get on well with her."

I seized the opportunity to get as personal as possible. 

"You don't suppose I could come 'round to yours some time? I mean, to meet Faye and to maybe help you out with this gibberish?"

He nodded eagerly, tousled blonde hair falling in perfect crimped waves. 

I grimaced at his annoying good looks. I mean, I'm sexy as fuck, and all girls know it. But Scott, he seems genuine. Like a nice guy. Well, it was a fucking lie. He killed Jade. My poor, poor Jade. Dead. Because of this 'little ray of sunshine' sat beside me.

"Sure, are you free sometime today?"

"Yeah, five is good for me." I stood up, grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder before storming out the class. I was angry, for no reason. It was understandable though, my girlfriend was dead and I was visiting her killer tonight.

This should be fun.




When I finally arrived home, I changed into a pair of faded jeans, a white v-neck and a pair of Toms. After slinging on a leather jacket, I checked my hair. Blonde, perfectly quaffed and a disarming smile. If I were to start talking to any girl, I'd have her drooling at my feet within seconds. But I looked slightly tired. My eyes didn't light up anymore. My mouth didn't quite smile the same way. My face looked slightly thinner. Although I was fit physically, mentally I felt strung out. Stressed. Sick. 

But I'd just have to put on a brave face for tonight, wouldn't I?

I picked up my school bag and took the notes for Shakespeare out before wedging them into a notebook and tucking it under my arm.

A few minutes later, a black Ferrari pulled up in front of my house and I did a double-take when I spotted the driver. It wasn't Scott with his fucking good-looks, it was a girl. I jumped into the front passenger seat and noticed the roof was down. The sun was setting, but only just. The entire sky was bathed in a buttery glow of sunlight and it was warm enough to take my leather jacket off.

"I'm Scott's sister. Niall, right?"

I gawked at her for a second. Her eyes were a rich, warm brown and she had auburn hair with gold highlights. It fell in curls to her shoulders. She had a heart-shaped face, innocent and kind. She was just as good-looking as her brother, but looked completely different. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt and red skinny jeans with yellow converse. She looked young, sixteen tops.

She smiled, dimpling in both cheeks. I noticed the spattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones.

"Yeah, Niall. You're. . . "

"Faye." She supplied for me, turning her attention back to the road in front of her. Turning up the radio so that 'Safe and Sound' by Capital Cities boomed from the radio.

Nodding our heads along to the music, not caring if people were annoyed by the volume, we sped off down the road to Scott's house, dancing the whole way.




Dropping her car keys into a bowl in the main hallway, she shut the door behind me and yelled for Scott up the stairs. The house was fucking huge. I should've guessed by Faye's Ferrari, but I never would've assumed the SinClaire's were this loaded. I bet their dogs had their own apartment.

"Thanks Faye. Sorry Niall, I had to make a call to my Dad. He's in Russia right now making a huge business deal."

Ah, that's where they got the dosh from.

" 'S'okay, I didn't mind." I glanced over at Faye who was still looking exhilarated. When I noticed the entire road was clear, we sped down it at sixty-miles an hour and almost got stopped by the police. The music was still pumping through my veins along with the adrenalin.

"I'll pick him up any time you want." Faye offered, grinning. Then she jogged up the stairs to her room, leaving me and Scott feeling awkward at the bottom of the stairs.

"So, where do you want to study?" I asked, slinging my jacket beside the bowl of keys.

"We can just chill out in the living room for a bit."

I nodded and we meandered into the living room, me wanting to kick him in the balls.

High-ceiling, gold chandelier, white leather sofa, soft cream carpet and sixty-inch plasma screen. I was envious now, on top of my wanting to kill the wanker.

When we were both seated on the plush leather, Scott began to pull out his Shakespeare notes when his mobile buzzed. He put it to his ear and asked who was speaking. Apparently it was something urgent because Scott flung himself to his feet and cracked his knuckles.

"Look, my mum's got something up at her work office. I need to get my arse over there right now. I'll be back. Go to Faye, she'll entertain you for a while."

I shrugged, picked up my stuff and walked up the stairs. The entire house looked like it belonged in a house catalog.

I admit, I was seriously pissed off at Scott for leaving - I wanted to get some shit out of him while we analyzed why Romeo and Juliet were both suicidal freaks. But no, he had to fuck off to his mummy while I played 'besties' with his sister.

"Oh, hey Niall."

Faye was sprawled on her bed, texting someone on her iPhone.

"Scott had to rush off to his mum. Can I stay with you for a bit?"

She nodded and put her phone down. She was lying on her back, her t-shirt had ridden up a little so that a strip of snowy skin was revealed. Oddly enough, I found myself wanting to reach over and run my finger over it. See if it tickled her. Or made her moan.

Shut the fuck up, moron.

I shook my head quickly and sat down on her bed, setting my stuff down in front of me. She sat up and leaned over to pick over her phone. Incidentally, it involved me glancing down her shirt to see a rather impressive cleavage. I mentally kicked myself. I had to focus here, try and get some information from Faye, at least.

"So who've you laid, Mr Horan?"

I was taken aback by her forwardness but I answered anyway.

"Not that many. Why do you ask?"

She shrugged, "It's just, you seem sad. And I only know one way of curing boys who are sad."

I looked up at her to see that she didn't look horny or suggestive. She just looked at me matter-of-factly.

"Do you. . .y'know, do it, with those boys?"

She shook her head immediately, looking slightly repulsed.

"No, no. I've heard things from my friends," she said, twisting  a curl around her index finger.

"So you're a virgin?"

"God, no!" She laughed, embarrassed, "of course I've done it."

"Are you good?" I don't know why I said it, but it just slipped out.

"You are the most disgusting and weird person I've ever met. Why would you ask that?" Her voice rang in mock-offense but she didn't look mad. She looked like she was suppressing laughter. That made two of us.

"Glad to know I made a good impression."

Then we were laughing, both of us keeled over and giggling stupidly. It was insane, but fun. The first time I'd laughed in a while.

After we'd bother recovered from the hysteria and gained back our breaths, we were suddenly holding hands. Then, with no clue why, her fingers where tracing circles on the back of my hand and my thumb was whispering across her skin. Her face was unbearably close to mine, her sweet breath tickling my face.

Then her lips where brushing against mine and I pulled away, flustered and angry. Stupid hormones. I hated feeling so attracted to another girl while my girl was lying in a coffin six feet under the ground.

This wasn't safe, I had to keep my mind on the plan.

The plan.

The plan.










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