***trigger warning; mentions of overdose***

Poppy's PoV

I was so thankful to see Calum and Dave standing there beside me as Kyle went crazy in the alleyway.

"You fucking broke my nose!" He screamed out in anger, kicking dirt around. "And who are these morons? Guys you flirted with to get your way?" I saw Calum opening his mouth ready to speak, but truth be told I knew honesty was not going to get us anywhere today.

"I don't know them! They probably just heard the noise." I shot a glare at them that told them to go with the flow and despite Calum's shoulders dropping with sadness, they both acknowledged my request.

"Well tell them to piss off then!" He roared, his eyes glaring at them as if they were walking pieces of shit. He wanted them to be gone so he could finish what he'd started, and boy he had started good. I could tell by how my body aches that he'd already bruised my rib bones and chipped a bone in my wrist. I had a split lip and eyebrow, both which would probably require stitching. This guy really wanted me dead. I couldn't get Calum or Dave involved in this. This was my mess and I was the one who needed to clean it. I glared at the men, hoping they'd get the hint and they swiftly backed out of sight. Thank goodness. Had Kyle gotten a proper look at Calum, he may have realised he was a celebrity and gone for him. I really didn't know quite how much he knew about the outside world so the dumber I played it, the worst that would happen would be that he would prove me wrong. If he didn't know that Calum was dating me then that was better for us. If he didn't know he was a celebrity, once again, it was in our favour.

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened to Amelia. I tried to help her, I stayed with her when the ambulance-" I said, partly to distract him from the men and partly to voice my own thoughts. He needed to know I didn't kill her, she overdosed and as much as it pained me and still hurts me to this day, I did everything I could to help her. No one forced her to stick that needle in her arm.

"Enough!" Kyle interrupted me, snarling at me. He strode towards me, his mammoth steps making him reach me within a second. He grabbed me and threw me back into the narrowed alleyway where he had pinned me before, probably so that no one in the club would have heard the ruckus and tried to save me. "You called the police on me and got me sent away! As soon as I was locked up in that fucking cell, she killed herself. She missed me and felt lost without me and THAT was all your damned fault. You and your pretty little head just had to get involved in the big people's business and look how that turned out..." He gestured around himself as I picked myself up off the floor, dusting the dirt off my now ruined outfit.

"I stayed out of the drugs and the prostitution. I let Amelia do whatever she wanted to do." I held my hands up in innocence, trying to plead my way with a guy I knew already had his mind made up. "I could have warned her against you, but I left her to make her decisions in life. I was just grateful she gave me a home." I said, now reminiscing. His anger had subsided for a moment but his eyes were glazed over as he thought about the past, about all the memories he had with her.

"You know what, Pops?" He said and I cringed at the nickname. My friends could call me that and Kyle was definitely not one of those people. "I think there's a lot Amelia failed to mention to you just to keep you out of it." He let out a dirty, evil grin. One that sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach drop. I don't know how, but somehow he just frightened me even more.

"It's done now Kyle. Can't we just leave it alone? You're out, go and enjoy freedom. Why have you come here and tracked me down?" I was stalling in the pure Hope one of the people in that bar, or Calum, had called the police. The more time I had on my hands, the more likely I was to be alive when they turned up.

"Enjoy freedom?!" He spat back at me, the anger brimming again. Shit. Of course I'd say the wrong thing. I backed myself up against the wall, just trying to distance myself from him and his powerful limbs. "You killed my only bit of happiness!" He threw a punch at my face but I ducked, his knuckles colliding with the brick wall with a smash. He let out a yelp as he clutched it, glaring over at me as if to say it was another thing added to the list of why he'd come here to end me.

"I didn't fucking kill her! I tried to save her but it was too damn late!" I sobbed as I shouted out to him. He stormed over to me and shoved me to the floor, pinning my arms and legs down with his limbs. His face came within inches of mine as he spoke, his hot foul breath making me want to die.

"Don't bullshit me Poppy. You knew she loved me and you left her alone enough to want to overdose. If she'd have had me, she'd have been fine!" He barked at me, spit flying from his mouth and landing everywhere on me. I mentally brushed it all off my skin, but knowing I couldn't, I felt it seeping its poison into my skin.

"You never loved her!" I hissed back, knowing his track record. He was always a sleaze bag and no offence to Amelia, I hardly think she was the type of girl to change him. He let out a hearty laugh as his grip tightened around my wrists.

"Oh I did, Poppy, I loved her a lot because she brought me the one thing I really wanted." I scoffed as I turned away from his face, my eyes tracing the patterns of the walls.

"Drugs? Sex? Money?" I questioned, barely able to turn my face back to look at him.

"No..." he said slowly, pausing to make me feel even more scared. His body dropped closer to mine, his lips mere inches from mine as he uttered a word I never thought he would.

"You."