“Come on!” I shouted out of frustration as I hit the door with my boot one more time.
I tried to break down the door but it was impossible since I was such a weak, skinny girl. His screams never seemed to end and that only made my chest to tighten and my ego to rise. I wanted to do something to help him–if not save him.
“Fuck!” he yelled, his voice showing pain.
“Let him go you son of a bitch!” I cried and hit my fists against the door, my hair moving back and forth as I shook my head.
My words surprised me since I never said a bad word in my entire life. I never liked cursing and using bad words, I was more of a polite person, even if I had lost my temper. But this time..I just couldn't handle it. The words slipped my tongue and I had to admit; I didn't regret it at all.
“Don't you fucking dare!” I heard him threaten and my heart stoped.
Dare what? What was going to happen?
Running across the room that seemed to be the kitchen, I grabbed a flat wood from the broken and dirty table and ran back to the door. I tighten my grip aroumd the wood and slammed it against the door knob. After some more slams and hits, the door knob fell a little and send me a wave of relief.
Quickly, I hit the door with my boot three times and it opened with a loud noise, finally letting me leave. I quickly ran out of the room but my tracks came to a halt and the wood fell from my hands when I took in the view.
There he was, kneeled down, his head tilted back that his face was looking up at the ceiling, an open wound on his chest and collarbone, thin lines of blood running down his lips from the corners, his eyes closed shut, sweat covering his forehead, wet hair and stucked on it, his muscles tensing and his breathing was heavily. He was the definition of pain, not me.
“Oh my God..” I whispered, covering my mouth with my hands.
His eyes snapped open and he looked at me scared. For the first time, I saw him scared. He was not scared of me though, but from something that was behind me. My eyes widened and my stomach turned, already feeling someone's presensce behind me.
His eyes were cold and angry as he glared behind me. He tried to stand up but he fell down on his back, like something pushed him down. I gasped and pulled my hands away from my mouth before I started to run towards him.
I was soon pushed back by someone grabbing my wrist and pulling me against the front door of the door. My back collided with the door and I felt like I was losing all the oxygen from my lungs. I gasped for air and struggled, trying to pull away from the door but then I felt someone's hand wrapping around my throat. Fear and shock cursed my body as I looked in front of me and there was no one.
“Let her go!” he stood up and shouted to my direction.
I stared scared as he ran towards me and grabbed my wrists, pulling me away from the door, in order to fall on his chest and grab a tight grip from his black t-shirt that was soaked with blood. Even though I was disgusted of blood, I ignored it. He had an arm wrapped around my waist and the other that was on his chest was holding my wrist that was holding tightly his shirt, his black eyes staring into my own with anger. My tears fell on his shirt and he clenched his jaw, making me feel slightly afraid he was mad at me.
“You okay?” he breathed, surprising me by his words.
“I'm fine. Are you ok–”
I was interrupted by a force that threw us both away from each other, my scream and his shouts echoing through the house. I hit my back and fell on the ground, the pain that took over my body was indescribable. He landed on the stairs that cracked under his weight and he groaned in pain loudly.
“No!” I cried, my voice shakey.
I tried to stand up but I felt something pressing against my back, like a boot, pulling me down. My loud sobs couldn't be muffled by my lips that were forced to be pressed together, as they escaped them. He stood up and rubbed the back of his neck in order to sooth the pain before he fisted his palms and clenched his jaw.
“Enough!” he shouted, anger cursing his body.
I heard an evil laugh from on top of me and I felt the the boot from my back dissapearing in seconds. He seemed unaware as he walked quickly towards me, glaring in front of him but not to me. This was all so weird and definitely terrifying.
He stopped in the middle of the hall, glaring at something invisible to me. He wiped his bleeding lips with the back of his hands and ran a hand through his hair. It was like he could communicate to something I couldn't see with his eyes. I felt lost and small under all this aura, all this emotions that took control over me.
I heard a voice saying some words I didn't recognize and then a door shut closed, making me jump and let a small scream. I covered my mouth with my hands and stood on my knees, leaning against the wall and keeping my sobs to myself.
He let a deep breath and looked at me, his black eyes softening as they connected with mine. I gave him a bewildered and scared look wich made him press his plump, heart-shaped lips in a tight line and walk towards me.
I tried to control my breathing as he crouched down in front of me and narrowed his eyes, studying me, trying to read inside my head. He lifted his hand, reaching for my cheek but I shook my head, scooting even closer to the wall. His lips parted at my reaction and something flashed behind his eyes that I couldn't quiet read since the tears that formed in my eyes made my vision blurry.
“Are you–”
“What was that?” I cut him off, my voice cracking at the end.
His eyebrows fell. “I think you should–”
“What. Was. That?” I asked slowly, cutting him off once more.
He stood silent for a couple of seconds, staring at me intensly. “We have to go.”
By the second the words leave his lips I heard another door shutting from upstairs, making me jump on my seat.
“Go where?” I asked terrified.
“You have to trust me.” he said lowly, causing my heart to flutter.
“T-trust you?” I stammered, wrapping my arms around me.
“Yes.” he answered, his eyes full of hope. He held his hand out for me and I gulped loudly, staring at it and how his knuckles were bleeding from the other side.
I was uncertain if I should trust him. All I just saw was something too strange to me, too dangerous. He has hurt me so many times, he almost killed me 3 times, he slapped me, he stabbed me, he almost drown me..The list was long and it only brought hate and pain into my heart. I felt like I should just beg him to kill me, but giving up was never in my list of choices. But I couldn't ignore the fact that he did try to save me, he pulled me off the wall, he held me tightly, he asked me how I am. This was all evidence, this was my proof. He still cares. And the thought that I was the one he cared of made my heart to dance inside my chest out of relief and happiness. So yes, at this moment I realized..I trusted him. I had to trust him.
Slowly and hesitentaly, I unwrapped my arm from around me and took his hand, his palm was warm under mine and send a mysteriously jolt of electricity through my body from the touch. He let a sigh from his plump lips and stood up, pulling me up with him.
He turned his head and looked at the stairs, raising his hand, motioning me to wait and stay quiet. I was so anxious and nervous as I stood silent, waiting for something to hit me, drag me, hurt me. Seconds passed, each one of them tightening my abdomen because of nervousness.
“Now.” he demanded and ran towards the door, pulling me with him.
I ran behind him outside the house, shutting the door behind us. He was running too fast for me to approach him, like one step of his was twice in large of mine. I kept running though, his grip in my hand was tightening with each minute that passed, giving me an indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach. The forest was dark, the only source of light was the moonlight, that didn't fo a great job at helping me see a lot of things but to him, it was like he could see everything clearly.
”Where are we going?” I asked breathless.
We were running through the woods, he moved his free hand to move out of the way all the branches and bushes. He seemed really upset, I could tell by the way his eyebrows were knit together, his back was scrunched up and his jaw was set, the muscle on his cheekbone ticking.
“If I tell you, you won't ask questions, okay?” he glanced down at me for a second and I nodded.
“Okay, tell me.” I said, my eyes scanning around all the trees.
“The city.”
His answer made me widen my eyes and my jaw to fall. I looked at him shocked. We were going to the city? The only place he said I wasn't going? The only place I was thinking about the whole time. His answer only made me even more anxious than before, my heart raced and my throat was dry. What was his plan? Was there a catch? What did he want to do to me?
“You're bleeding.” I frowned as I stared at his back and then at his swollen lips,
“So do you.” he answered and looked down at me, his eyes landed on my collarbone.
I looked down at my collarbone and saw a small cut, letting all the blood escape. My stomach twisted at the sight of it and I pressed my lips in a tight line, trying not to vomit. I kept running next to him, the adrenaline rose up inside me, making me feel as if I was going to a trip with my college, only that it was definitely different.
“Does it hurt?” he asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep his breathing to a normal pace.
“No. Does your wounds hurt?” I asked, a little too worried for him.
“No. You're still going to get help though.” he said, surprising me.
“What? From who?”
“You were supposed not to ask questions, right?” he snapped, making me frown.
“Fine.” I sighed and kept running next to him.
My lungs were slightly hurting and my knees were weak when we went out of the forest, the road I came with my friends was now under my feet, confusing me at where he brought me from so I could remember the way and maybe use it one time to escape, but it was difficult since all I saw was a bunch of trees that looked the exact same with each other. I was somehow surprised how we kept running after all the hits we received back into that house.
“We're going to walk?” I asked weakly, placing one palm on my chest when we stopped running and started walking.
“No.” he answered flatly.
“Then how?” I asked confused.
He looked down at me with a stressfull expression plastered on his features. “You're doing too many questions. I thought we said you're not going to do it.” he snapped.
“Sorry, I'm just...ah nevermind.” I shook my head, sighing.
“Hmm.” he hummed and squeezed my hand a little.
We were still holding hands even though there was absolutely no reason. I didn't want to pull away though, and it made me feel annoyed with myself for that. The warmth that transported from his hand to mine was something overwhelming though.
“I'm impressed we still haven't pass out.” I chuckled lightly to myself, gaining his attention.
“What?” he furrowed his brows.
I looked in front of me at the road, the dark sky and the shining stars somehow relaxing me, the dry tears on my cheeks finally letting me speak. “We ran for so long, we got thrown against walls, hit, yet here we are. Surviving, if this is the right word to use.” I explained.
“Right.” he nodded, agreeing with me.
It was symbolic, I swear. Everything seemed so...right. To me. Me and him, hand in hand, walking down a road, trying to escape from something or someone demonic–it was surely demonic to me–helping each other. I felt it deeply down inside of me, we should be like this. We should do this. I knew it, I just felt it. Otherwise, I would probably run backwards and he would chase me, pinning me down and ripping my heart out. The thought only send shivers down my spine.
I wanted so bad to ask him what happened back there, who did all this–why and if it had happen again before. But I knew I was forbidden to ask another question otherwise I would upset him even more than he was and I didn't want that to happen. Going to the city with him was not the best idea, but what could I do? It wasn't like I had a choice, right?
We kept walking for a while until my tracks came to a halt and my stomach tightened at the sight of Ashton's jeep. It was just the way we left it, waiting for 4 friends to come back and drive it back home, turn the radio on and sing as loud they could to OneRepublic, laugh with Calum's jokes, take selfies with Grace's phone, share my food, get lifs advices from Ashton that were never that great..The memories flashed behind my eyes and brought a lump to my throat, nostalgia and all the emotions mixing up and trying to take over me but I refused to let them do it.
“W-we're going with t-that?” I stammered, my voice small as I pointed towards the Jeep with my free hand.
He looked down at me with a frown. “Yes.” he replied and stared at me with narrowed eyes.
“Oh...” is all I managed to say, the lump on my throat got me tongue-tied.
He let a small heavy sigh and I turned to look at him with watering eyes. He ran a hand through his hair and tugged at the roots lightly. I swallowed my tears and he locked eyes with me, pressing his lips in a tight line before squeezing my hand gently, sending another jolt of electrecity through my arm.
Why is this happening every time?
“Let's go.” he said and I gulped before nodding and walking next to him towards the car that could easily save me.
But the question was: Save me from who exactly?
(A/N: double update because I love you so much and I just wanted to give you extra anxiety for next chapters hah AND because my story has already 2K reads omfg guuys!! THANK YOU SO MUCH! :D
(I wrote them both in one day so...I hope they're not that bad. And plz excuse typos, I'm writing the chapters in my phone so I didn't have the time to edit..)
What do you think it's going to happen when they'll go to the city? Ready to read what's next? And who's your favourite 1D/5SOS member? I'm just curious. Mine's Liam/Ashton :) xx)