Frat Boy Niall Part 18.
I woke up to find a card on the tray next to my bed, with my name labeled in Niall’s messy handwriting. I reached over and began to read with sleepy eyes. “Ashley, I’m so sorry for all the shit that has happened because of me entering your life. And don’t blame it on anything else, because we both know it was me. You are the upmost, amazing, most important person in my life, and when I found out…I was scared. I was scared because I thought I lost you. You have opened me up to all these new things, and way to see things in life that I can’t even imagine. You have taken the hateful, greedy person I was, and I am a totally different person when I am with you. I am me. Not the frat boy everyone perceives me as. I can’t believe the news we got today. I just can’t get it out of my head. You are perfect, and anything that is part of you would be as equally as perfect and I will forever feel pain for it. But I know in this life we will share together, there will be more terrible things. But just like this and all of those things, I will be here. I will be here to cry with you, and help us through it.” I paused for a minute in thought, and skipped a little bit of space, and write a quote from a book I had once read.
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“See you when you wake.”
My heart started pounding as I read the last two lines, but also felt relief because I too had felt the same way about Niall. I picked up my phone to text him. “Where are you? I’m awake.”
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, but didn’t have time to check it. I’m going to kill that mother fucker when I find him. I check my speedometer to see I’m doing 90, on my way to the Valley. I know where this guy lives, In a tiny ass house by himself. I start planning in my head. If I kill him, I can’t stay here. But I cannot leave her. If I killed him and left her here, they would go after her and kill her. How could I convince Ashley to go to Ireland with me? My thoughts cease as I pull up to his house. His shitty car is in the driveway, a dent and black paint scratched all on it. Liam’s paint, from when he wrecked them. I become more enraged as I get out and go to the door. I ring the doorbell, and wait. I hear the doorknob start to turn, and the door opens and he’s standing there, the look on his face is priceless and I push him in and slam the door behind us and slam him against the wall, and pull a handgun from my waist band. “Did you really think you could fucking get away with that?” I asked. Fear was spread across his face as sweat was beginning to pool at his scalp. “Well?” I wait for him to come up with an answer when I smack him in the head with the barrel of my gun, sending him to the floor. “Not so tough without your friends here eh?” He scurries on the ground over to a table, where I see a cell phone. I race him to the table, where I win and smash the phone on the ground, breaking it to pieces with the force of my foot. “I don’t think you’ll be calling anyone.” I comment, kicking the broken phone to him. I reach down and grab him by the collar of his shirt, and bring him to my eye level. “I ought to fucking blow your brains out in your own home. I fucking dare any of you, or your little friends to come anywhere NEAR her, or anyone who works for me. I will slaughter each and every one of you one by one and make you watch every single one of them die, knowing its your fault. Then, I will blow your shit to bits as well.” I drop him to the ground, and turn to walk out the door. I put the gun back in the waist of my jeans, and walk out the door as I slip on my raybans and adjust my silver Rolex. I got back into my car and checked my phone, to see that Ashley was once again awake and I pulled away from the house on my way to the hospital.
I looked up as a Nurse walked into my room. “Are you ready to go home today?” “Yes, very ready.” I replied, smiling as I was changing into the clothes Niall had left for me. As soon as my pants were buttoned, Niall walked into my room, right past the nurse and to me and placed his hand on my waist and pulled me in and kissed me. “Did you sleep alright?” he asked, reaching to grab my bag of things from my hand. “Mhm,” I replied, feeling my cheeks burning from knowing the Nurse just watched us kiss. We started to walk out of the room to leave, I thanked the nurse on my way out. “I want to go see Liam.” I stated, weary for Niall’s reply. Niall sighed. “I don’t know Ashley, he’s in pretty fuckin’ bad shape.” He replied. “I don’t care.” I waited for Niall’s permission. Niall slipped his hand in mine and began to lead me down a long, white hallway. The air was almost freezing, and my heart was thumping in my ears drowning out all of the sounds as I followed Niall. Niall stopped at a room, and placed his hand on the doorknob. “Are you sure?” he asked one last time. I nodded, reassuring him once again. Niall slowly opened the door. I almost gasped at the sight of Liam. Niall saying it was bad was an understatement. Liams eyes were purple and green, and appeared sunk in. He had cuts all over, and IV’s and wires going from every direction. He was out cold, asleep. “Did they say when he can go home?” I asked Niall, not removing my eyes from my tattered best friend. “No, but he looks a hell of a lot better than he did the other day.” My eyes scanned Liam once again, my stomach turning and I started to feel ill. “Okay, I’m ready.” I felt a hot tear starting to pool in my eye and before I could stop it rolled down my cheek. Niall took my hand and led me into the hallway and we exited the hospital. Niall popped his trunk and placed my bag in his trunk then turned to me. He wiped the hot tear from my face with the pad of his thumb and held his hands on my cheeks. “Liam’s going to be okay babe.” He comforted. I nodded, then went and got in the passenger seat as he followed, except to the drivers seat. Niall placed his hand on mine as we drove back in silence to the sorority house. I thought about Niall’s card he left on my table, but before I could say anything we were already pulling up to the house. I opened my door and got out and stretched, with relief that I was finally back home. I heard Niall’s trunk slam closed as we began to walk up the steps outside, and entered the house and walked up the familiar long, turning staircase to my room. The door was shut, and I slowly turned the knob, not prepared for what I was about to see.
We entered her room to see everything torn apart. Her sheets were ripped off the bed, the mattress had huge rips throughout it, drawers and clothes strewn across the room, everything tossed around upside down and everywhere. We stood in silence as our eyes slowly trailed up to the closet door. There was a large 13 spray painted on the door. I immediately knew what it was. It was bigger than I had ever even thought. “What does it mean?” Ashley’s voice rang in my ears as I searched for words, and a plan until I finally opened my mouth. “Do you trust me?”