The Beastly Beauty? (Sequel to Beauty and the Beast?)

It's been four months since Grace Belle, Perrie Edwards, and Maya Canning left the town of Foster. The life in New York has been amazing but... Perrie, Grace, and Maya know that things will never be the same without their lives back in Foster. The three know that they will most probably never see any of the boys ever again. That was-until-the boys find the girls and take them back home. Back to where the scent of danger fills the air so much like it's a drug. But the real problem is, will Grace go back to either Harry or Luke? Will she have to pick between them? Or, will she just take the first chance she has to leave Foster again and make sure she never returns?


28. Goodbye, Grace. (Trigger Warning)


  Grace's P.O.V

   "No. No. No." I felt a pang in my chest, my blood went cold and suddenly, my knees began to wobble, making my balance horrible. I dropped next to Harry and felt the anger rush through my veins. "You. Fucking. Bitch." I spat, through gritted teeth.

 "Very colourful language, dear. But, maybe you should tone it down before I make sure that your lovely Harry doesn't get anymore damage. I can easily make sure he dies. Your choice." Katie chuckled darkly.  I glared at her, applying pressure to Harry's wound, hoping-praying-that he would make it. 

 "Katie, Katie, Katie. " Zayn started. "We don't want a blood bath, now do we?"

   "What are you going to actually do? Sweet talk me? You don't understand that I get what I want." What did she want? What did she desire?

 "What do you want?" I questioned, cradling Harry's head. I shouldn't have been showing affection, it would only make things WAY worse.

 "I wanted him." He gun pointed to MY bleeding boyfriend-again-to be.

  "And killing him is going to get him? You're a fucking idiot. You're not getting a dead man! Did you even question whether or not he wants you?"  Pure anger raged through me. This wasn't supposed to be how I spent my teenage days.

 "You really think I'm the idiot? Are you sure?" The gun rose down. "I wasn't finished explaining what I wanted." She scowled.

 "Then you either help me recover the man we both love or let Zayn take him to the hospital." Why was I offering impossible things. This was stupid.

 "Relax, the bullet only nipped his skin. I shouldn't have hit any vitals, apply some pressure and he'll be fine." Was she blind? The bullet was stuck in his basic kidney.

 "Five minutes before I kill you." I gritted my teeth. She smiled vacantly at me, crossing her arms.

 "You don't understand, sugar. I've already won." Harry's blood flow started slowing, I was buying enough time. I smiled and caressed Harry's cheek.

 "You'll be fine." I whispered. A gasp escaped from him, his breathing hitched and he was writhing in pain. Who wouldn't be?

 "G-Grace..." He struggled.

  "Shhhh... Shhhhh..." I sensed movement around me, Katie was jealous. "Don't close your eyes, my won't want to miss this." I whispered, resting Harry against the wall.

 "Katie, let's make a deal." Zayn shrugged. He glanced over at me, nodding reassuringly. He was about to get his flirt on. Interesting.

 "What's that?" She spat, starting to hold up the gun once more. He started approaching her, carefully.

 "I've always had a thing for you... And now, your proving that my actions were absolutely correct. You don't need Harry, Grace, or even your own brother." He chuckled. "I've found a girl with my hopes and my soon to be accomplishments. Perrie, never loved her. I have to admit, toying with her emotions was fun." Zayn put a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed almost as if he was in love. Please be thinking of Perrie....

 "I always knew that you would eventually make some kind of move on me." Katie wrapped her arms around Zayn's neck and you could see that he was holding back to urge to push her off but she was in too much of a trance to notice.That's Zayn's charm for you...

 "Can't say you're wrong.." Zayn stated. "But, I can say that you're on the floor." and then he pushed her to the ground, not hard but enough to knock her down. "Grace, would you mind? I always promised myself I wouldn't hit a woman..." Zayn trailed off.

 "Watch Harry! Get him outside!" I yelled quickly running up to Katie and holding her shoulders to the ground, seeming to forget about her legs she managed to pin me down.

 "Not so fast, you bitch!" she slapped me, straight across the face, forcing me to cut my lip with my tooth.

 "G-Grace!" Harry gasped. I shook my head and grabbed Katie's hair and pulled so hard that I swear I drew blood. She winced back and that gave me the opportunity to push her against the wall, and slam her skull hard against it.

 "I fucking hate you!" I screamed getting up and beginning to kick her sides, my rage was finally unleashed. I was going to win this time. When, the sound of possibly the worst noise in the entire world went off. The gun shot once again.

 "Now, now. Grace, hasn't your mother told you that hitting people isn't nice?" The only voice that could possibly make me throw myself off of a bridge.

 "I don't have a mother, you fucking dumbass." I spat, kicking Katie a few more times before I knew her to be unconscious, or if I was lucky enough, dead. I heard a snickering Dylan from behind me.

 "My, oh my. Harry over here was right about you. On the first day you were at the school, he came up to me and told me not to mess with you or to underestimate you. I didn't think he was right and now look at you, look at you." He emphasised, taking a good look at me. That set me off. I ran over to him and pushed him against the wall, making him drop his gun, allowing me to grab it. I stood away from him, pulled the safety and directed it so it aimed for his chest. I finally felt powerful.

 "Zayn, leave. Make sure you get Harry to the hospital and leave." I instructed. "I'm finishing this tonight. If I'm not at the hospital within the hour, then take everyone and go." Zayn didn't hesitate and was off, minding Harry's protests.


 "Now, you wouldn't pull the trigger, would you, Grace?" Dylan chuckled, looking away. "Pathetic bitch." he scowled. And that was it for me. I'd had enough and I pulled the trigger, immediately shooting into Dylan's head. My aim was a bit off but I'd had enough luck to see him fall dead. Right then and there.

 Then it hit me.


 2 people. Dead.


 Because of me. I took two lives. How could I do it? How could I manage to look at myself in the mirror everyday-with that guilt.

 My mother. Dead.

 My brother. Dead.

 And Harry? Shot. Possibly dying because of me. My brother died because of me. I couldn't be around for that. Running away wouldn't work since I knew I'd come right back.

 It then hit me.

 I was holding a gun, right in my hands. A gun waiting to have it's last bullet put to good use.

 I was that use.

 "I-I'm sorry, Harry, mom, dad, and Will." I choked in between sobs, holding the front of the gun to my breast plate. "I don't deserve to live. I shouldn't have the right anymore. T-too much is happening because of me and my stupid choices, I'm so sorry. So, very sorry."

 I took out my phone really quickly, leaving a few voice memos to certain people and just leaving the last message to Harry.

 "I love you."

 And then I pulled the trigger back, ending myself right then and there.

 To the extent where I was now free. For eternity. And so was everyone else.



 And that's a wrap. Don't kill me. I'll be posting an epilogue in the New Year possibly but yeah, I'm a master at twist endings.


 If anyone reads this, please give me some sort of feedback and I'll kiss you.

 Remember... If you ever feel like pulling the trigger... Talk to someone. Make sure you're heard or not heard or just reach the point you wanna reach.

 Thank you for sticking around and reading this whole series. It means the world and I shall try to catch a star for every single one of you.

 Stay beautiful,

 I love you.



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