Nikki's POV
Tears streamed from my eyes.
"That's what I thought!" I growled at my cousin. I knew he wouldn't tell me. Nobody would. "Don't bother talking to me for the rest of the night." That was harsh.
My father was a big no-no topic to my mom. She would have nothing to do with him. Nobody would tell me anything. Not even why he went to jail! I wasn't aloud to see any pictures of him except the one in my room.
Why was it a big secret? I just wanted to know why! Not even Louis would tell me!
"Nikki!" Louis was shaking his head, tears falling down his face. "Please, I didn't mean to-"
"Don't talk to me." I sniffed and started walking up the stairs.
"Nikki!" Harry grabbed my arm.
"Stop it Harry!" I shouted, leaning my head back, my eyes squeezed shut.
No one spoke as my voice echoed through the house. I felt Harry's grip loosen and I sharply pulled away. And with that, I stomped up the stairs towards my room.
Zayn stuck his head out his door as I passed. His hair was wet and messy and a towel was wrapped around his waist.
"Is everything okay?!" He asked nervously. "I was taking a shower and I heard screaming."
I glared at him, my eyes red and swollen.
"Does everything look alright!" I shouted and he jumped in shock.
I continued marching until I got to my room and slammed the door.
It made a loud crashing sound and I flinched.
"I can't tell you that." I mocked Louis. I made my voice really high and I said it in a British accent. "I tell you everything Nikki. I don't keep secrets from you!"
I paced across my room, my hands behind my back.
Then in my normal voice, I shouted. "It isn't even a bloody secret! Heck, it didn't even happen! It's not true!" Still my voice ended up being British. That happened when I was really angry or sad.
Need I mind you that I am British. I was just raised in America.
"Stupid Niall thinking we were dating! Stupid Liam for agreeing with him! Stupid Louis for being mad at me! Stupid Harry for blushing! Stupid Zayn for asking what the heck was wrong!" I shouted at myself. "Isn't it obvious that I'm bloody ANGRY!"
I punched something on my dresser and it flew across the room and shattered in millions of pieces. Turns out it had been a glass vase. Oh well. I didn't give a crap.
It felt good to get my anger out.
I shouted in frustration and shoved some books off the dresser. They crashed to the floor with a thud.
"Nikki?" Someone called from outside the door.
"LEAVE! ME! ALONE!" I roared.
I don't even know who it was. I didn't care. Again... I didn't give a crap...
I let out a sob and fell onto my bed, crying.
I sat there for a long, long time. I just cried and cried until no more tears came from my eyes. My breathing died down and soon I was taking deep breaths.
No one else tried to talk to me.
I didn't blame them either.
I wouldn't want to talk to me if I was them.
I sighed and got up to turn off the lights. Then I put in my ear buds and closed my eyes. Listening to Five Seconds Of Summer always calmed me down.
"Even when the sky is falling down..." I sang softly. This song comforted me. Gotta Get Out was one of my favorites. It was slow and acoustic.
"We just gotta get out. We just gotta get out..." My voice slowly became a mumble.
I sighed, slowly falling asleep.
Then someone grabbed my wrist.
My eyes snapped open and I screamed. Well I tried to...
Someone else's big hands covered my mouth and my eyes. The person grabbing my wrists slowly lifted me off the bed.
I kicked, screamed, and thrashed trying to get away. It was no use. The people were too strong. I even bit one of them, but that didn't work either.
They slowly started carrying me down the stairs.
"Somebody help me!" My voice was blocked by the hand on my mouth. "Anyone please! Louis! Help!"
"Louis can't save you." One of the voices laughed, evil.
What! Did they have Louis too? Who was they?
Out the door I went and the next thing I know I was thrown in a van.
I hit the ground with a thud, now able to see since the hands were no longer there.
The back of the van was empty, except for Louis who was tied up with tape over his mouth.
"Louis?!" I gasped in shock.
"Hello Nikki." An evil voice said from behind me.
I slowly turned around and saw a man staring at me with big blue eyes and red hair. A beard had grown across his face and personally he was the scariest man I had ever seen.
"Dad?" I whispered in shock.
"Yes, it's me Nikki." My dad smiled at me.
Louis squirmed in his ropes and was trying to shout something at me.
"Shut up!" My dad growled at him and he stopped. I set my gaze back on my dad.
"What do you want from me and Louis!?" I demanded. "Where are our friends."
My dad laughed. "Your friends are dead Nikki."
"Dead?" My eyes widened and I gasped.
"Yes." My dad smirked. "In 5, 4, 3, 2..."
Suddenly there were murderous screams from inside the house and I spun around and gasped in horror. It was sickening to hear and I wanted to put all my hair out.
Louis was really shouting now. He was trying so hard top escape, but as the screams continued he gave up and sagged.
"What did you do!" I freaked out when the screaming stopped.
"Now you will have nothing to hope." My dad gave me an evil smirk. "No one can save you."
Tears came to my eyes, and a burst of courage came through me.
"YOU KILLED THEM!" I screamed and launched myself at him.
We both flew backwards and I landed on top of him.
"NO!" I pounded on his chest. "How could you?"
He shoved me off of him roughly and I clashed with the floor.
Now he was on top of me, pinning me down to the floor.
"I thought you would work with me if I killed your friends!" He hissed and pulled up a knife. "But I guess I was wrong!"
"Please no!" I begged, tears coming down my face.
Louis was really screaming now. He was trying so hard to escape those ropes. If only....
"It's too late!" My dad roared and plunged the sharp cutting knife into my gut.
I closed my eyes and screeched with all I had.
I hurt! It hurt like... words can't describe.
But it was too late. No one could save me. I was gone.
But the strange thing was I could still hear my voice.
I felt a pair of cold hands grip my wrist again.
My eyes snapped open and I ripped away, screaming louder.
"No!" I screamed. "Please don't kill me! Please!!!!!"
Then the thunder clashed so loud, it made my head spin.
I leaped backwards and fell off of... something.
I hit a wooden floor and curled myself into a ball, tears pouring from my eyes and sobbing like I was dying.
"Nikki!" A voice exclaimed and before I knew it, somebody had their arms wrapped around me.
"NOOOOO!" I howled and tried to get away.
But the person's grip tightened. "Nikki, try to..."
I managed to pull away and I scrambled away before collapsing a few feet away. I was tired, I had no energy left.
"Please, kill me now!" I sobbed. "Get it over with please!!!!!!!"
"I would never kill you!!!" The voice came closer.
Sure you wouldn't. My dad tried to kill me and I never expected that.
A new pair of arms wrapped around me, but these arms felt different. They felt warm and closer.
I finally just gave up and let them squeeze me. I let out a long hard sob and buried my face into the person's shoulder, my tears never ending.
"Shhhhh." The person whispered into my ear. "It's alright. You are safe."
For some reason I believed them.
I stopped sobbing and starting breathing harder, trying to sniff my tears away.
"That's right." The voice soothed. "Nothing's going to happen to you."
Soon, I was taking deep breaths, and I felt normal besides my burning eyes. I opened them slightly and discovered I was in my room.
It was still dark and the lights were off. The sheets on my bed were everywhere and there were three people standing in my doorway, one person crouched beside me, and one person holding me on the floor.
As my blurry vision focused, I saw familiar curly hair sticking out from the side of my vision.
"Harry?" I looked up at the person, holding me.
"Shhh." He smiled at me sadly. "It's okay. I've got you."
Louis was crouched beside him, staring at me anxiously. I think he may have been the first person.
"He got me Harry!" I sniffed, starting to cry again. "He got me! He killed me!"
"Who, love?" He asked quietly.
I think he knew who I was talking about, but he wanted to make sure.
"Him!" I cried, tears escaping from my eyes. "He's coming tomorrow! He wants to kill me! He did kill me! I was dead! I was dead!"
"What is she talking about?" I turned my head to see Niall, Zayn, and Liam at the door. Liam had asked the question.
"My dream!" I sobbed. "I died! I bled to death!"
"Shhhhh." Harry shot Liam a glare as he tried to sooth me. "It was just a dream, love."
Was it? Because something about that dreamed had been too real. Something had made too much since. Something from that dream I had seen before in real life.
I just couldn't figure out what part.
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A/N: SO this chapter is kind of scary. You probably thought the dream was real, didn't you? Sorry. Haha.
There is going to be a lot of dreams coming up, so just be prepared for more.
And sorry if that irritates you.
But anyways... I hoped you enjoyed. :)
More drama, terror, and fan fantasy to come!!!!!