craving - n.j.h

twenty seven

Niall's POV.

I walked into the kitchen, my eyes locked on Jason, my body immediately setting on fire. I swear, it was like my mind was on fire because of how furious I was, sparkles shooting out of my ears. I'm going to kill him.

"Mike!" I yelled and he let go of Jason, stepping back. "Let me do it."

I looked to Jason, satisfied by his looks. His face was completely bashed in, destroyed, and bleeding, but it was far from enough. I smiled a smug smile, raised my fist and punched him as hard as I could on his nose, and one time over his right eye, and kept punching after that.

"Don't you fucking dare touching her again! Ever!" I yelled, really feeling the anger inside of me. I could feel my hatred all the was out to my fingertips, that's how furious I was.

Jason let out a loud groan and I kept punching him as hard as I could, hoping to cause him more pain that he has ever caused Ella.

I grabbed his collar, pushing him up against the wall behind him and pulling him back to me, only to slam his intoxicated body and head back up against the hard wall again. The back of his head slammed into the wall and his mouth fell open, letting out another loud groan.

"You fucking deserve it!" I yelled and punched him with my closed fist in his stomach.

He did it to her, he fucked her, against her will.

He fucked my girl against her will.

"Tell me what you did to her!" I yelled, needing to hear it from him.

A smile spread across Jason's bloody face as he probably thought bout what he did to her, making me even more furious. I wanted to bash that stupid, gross smile off of his face. And I was going to.

"I fucked her, Niall. I-I took her virginity." He laughed, as if it was a complete joke to him, leaning his head back up against the wall. "She was so.. tight, so innocent, and she fucking loved it."

I was boiling on the inside, and outside, too, for that matter. I have never, ever been so furious in my whole life.

"Her skin.. Was so, so soft." He moaned and let out a chuckle. Pictures of him touching Ella appeared in my mind, making me even more angry, and also sick. He made me sick.

"Shut the fuck up!" I desperately yelled, punching him on his jaw. Blood sipped out of his mouth, his guresome smile now turning red. He started coughing, thrying to gasp for air, and even then I kept punching. He deserves nothing else than this, pain. He deserves to feel all of the pain he has every caused Ella.

I kept punching him, but the smile stayed. I kept punching him when my fists were completely covered with his blood, I kept punching when he fell to the floor, unable to move, I kept punching him when his eyes closed, I kept punching him when he passed out.

"Niall!" Mike yelled as he grabbed my flannel and tried to pull me off of his passed out body. I hit him one last time in his jaw and kicked him with my foot in his stomach before Mike pulled me away from him.

"Dude, it's enough, he's fucking passed out!" Mike scolded and pushed me out of the kitchen.

"Fuck off!" I yelled, pushing myself out of Mikes grasp.

"Get the off him, you'll kill him!"

"I don't give a damn! And you know what he did to her, you saw it!" As the words left my mouth I kneeled down by Jason's passed out body and bloody face and started punching him again.