Unearth Myself (One Direction fan fiction) *ON HOLD TILL OCTOBER 2013*

Chapter 3: Is my life really going to be changed?

GUYS! HERE'S CHAPTER 3 AND HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AND CHAPTER 4 WILL BE UPDATED SOON! AND KEEP READING!!!

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*recap*

As I am cleaning my cuts and wounds at the sink, someone is tapping on the window. So I peep out to check and it's...

"Stanley? What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered. Not wanting my 'family' to hear anything.

"Nothing, just checking whether you're okay" he whispered back. I'm feeling like in a ghost movie and we have to whisper all the time. Well, obviously the ghosts are Riley and my step dad."I'm fine" I undertone myself and keep on peeking at the dining room. I hope they are still laughing around and busy eating the beef.

"Then, what's that red mark on your check?" he seems not satisfied with my answer. I've tried so hard to hide those bruises with my long front hair but he seems to realize that. He sweeps my hair back slowly and started to rub my aching cheeks smoothly and gently."Umm, it's nothing... you better get going back now, Stan. Besides, if my dad spotted you, we're both will be deadly dead" I pulled back and miserably chase him out and push him away from the window.

It's enough embarrassment to let Stan saw me in this disgraceful condition. But he is not moving and keeps holding on his ground."That's enough Becky! You still wanted to hide this devil's cruelty? For God sake, you look like a punching bag, Becky! That's it, I'm calling the cops and I don't care if he threatens to kill me or anything" He cries out loud with a huge exasperated feeling, and I can feel it through my bones that he is livid about this. But I know my own stepdad. He is Troy Austin; the guy who will never lay down his arms until he avenges his enemy. If Stan insists to tell the police, he'll be automatically listed as my stepdad's 'Must Die' list. I'd never bear to see any of that happened.

"Becky, Where's fucking dessert?" my stepdad shouted from the dining room. Damn it! They must've finished their dinner. If they found out Stan's here, it'll be lethal.

"Coming" I yelled back. I went to the fridge and grab the caramel pudding out. Putting them in a white tray and ready to serve but Stan is still pleading me to runaway with him now.

"Stanley, just leave... we'll meet at class tomorrow" I said but I'm shaking inside. Stan has to leave quickly. So I decided to push him again while closing the window pane and trying to make him walk away.

"BECKY, YOU DON'T WANT ME TO GET IN THERE!!" my stepdad yelled. He will be displeased if the desserts are late served.

"Coming right now" I said while pushing Stan out and lock up the window. I sighed in disappointment thinking if I could just follow Stan and runaway, but it'll be a huge mess for him. So, I act like normal and bring the food to the dining table.

"You, slow ass" he said and stood up in sudden. He grabs my hair and drags me along the corridor. He kicked me into the kitchen and I'm falling hard on the cold floor. There is nothing I can do, I just curved my body and use my small aching arms to protect me. When I tilted my face to the window, I saw Stan is still there, hiding and peeking from the outside. I let out a yelp and a look intently in his teary eyes,"Go" I mouthed to Stan but he seems not listening and wanted to burst in and punch my stepdad. I mouthed again, "just go" hoping he will finally listen to me.He needs to leave or else he'll be in a deep trouble. I just cannot stand this pain anymore. I can barely see anything now. The vision of Stan keeps blurring and all I saw was he's runaway from the house and he then disappeared."At last" I thought, he finally listens to me. But my tiny heart yells "Save Me"So I kept lying on the floor.

My body is really wronged and injured. I can't even stand up or crawl but I force myself to.Determine to get away from the kitchen, I haul my body to my room but my stepdad enjoyed the view watching me in misery and to add more pain, he pushed me from on top the stairs and I fell hard on those concretes. I can feel that my nose is bleeding and my blurry sight just blacked out. Slowly I begin to lose my consciousness. The last thing I saw was Stanley's vexed face and few cops running. I heard a shout "Becky!" but short after that, I can't hear a thing and everything turns dark.