Fearless

Cher's POV: More Than Words Can Describe

A/N Hey guys!!! Sorry its been forever since I've updated but I'm going to try and update more!!! SO... ALOT has happened so far, Bella in the Hospital, Luna hating me and i just sorta disappear. Wow.. thats alot, well this chapter is going to fill you in with what happened to me. i hope you all like it, it seems pretty good in my head and i hope it sounds as good on here as it does in my head(: love you all. ~Cher

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The image of the way i was looking at Luna and the look on her face keeps popping up in my head and behind my eyelids when i close my eyes. I was sore, i waas hurt and most of all i was worried. I was scared to go back to that hospital for fear that my friends and Liam would see the marks, scars forming, and the bruises on my skin. I love my step dad but i hate when he does this, he hasn't hurt me for a while, and i thought i could handle it but i was wailing and crying and he hurt me even more for showing the pain. I tried to hold it in, but it hurt so much and i was already hurting which made it worse.

*One Week Ago*

I stood up from my seat in the waiting room and ran out of the hospital. I ignored the shouts for me to come back and ran past the nurses trying to get my attention, i had tears in my eyes blurring my vision but i didnt care. I didnt care that i fell when i got out of the doors, i couldnt feel it. I quickly got to my feet and started running again, ignoring the burning pain in my lungs and the pain in my legs protesting to the exercise. I kept running, the tears making it hard to find the right streets to turn onto and the houses and streets blurred together but i kept going. i ran past the mall and i knew i was close to home. Home, the one place i feared but i had no where else to go. My mom was working and my real dad was in England for work, which left me to go home. Home... Where that prick of a step dad my mom married lived, the guy who hurt me and made me scared and cold hearted. I hated him, and yet i was running back to the one place he lived. Why? Was i crazy? No, i told myself, i need to get my stuff so i can go back to the hospital and wait for Bella to wake up, and see the other boys. I told myself it wouldn't take that long and then i'd leave. I slowed my pace and pulled my phone out and sent a message to my dad. I put my headphones into my iphone i had gotten for my birthday and listened to One Direction, Ed Sheeran, and Cher Lloyd trying to get up the courage to go inside. I would soon realize i would regret it.

As i walked up the familiar stairs, i heard Trent slamming things around in the living room, great. That could only mean one thing... he's going to do something badt when i go inside. I turned up my music as What Was I Thinkin started playing. I took at deep breath and turned the door knob. The minute i opened the door i was slapped across my cheek and i gasped, it shocked me. I pushed past Trent and ran up the staris to my room and locked the door. I ran to my closet and grabbed one of my backpacks my dad sent me from my hometown in England and started putting clothes and my charger in the bag when i heard Trent coming up the staris towards my room. I froze and started to freak out when he stopped in front of my door.

Trent was yelling at the door but i didnt know what he was saying because my music was to loud. The next thing i knew, my door was being kicked in and Trent was coming at me with his arm in the air. He grabbed me and threw me against the wall and my head connected hard with the wall and i lost one headphone and i heard myself pleading him to let me go. He still had a tight hold on me and he spat at me "Shut your mouth, you've had this coming for a while now." I shrunk back away from him but he wouldn't stop, i was crying and screaming from the pain and it was just getting worse. When i finally got away from him my face almost wasn't recognizable and i was cut and bleeding all over. Thankfully thats all he did to me. I locked the bathroom door and got undressed, in the shower, looking down i saw the water all around me a pinkish red color and my whole body stung. I got out and put some makeup over the worse of the bruises and started forming excuses for my black eye and swollen lip. My best one was i had tripped going down the staris and it was very bad. I went to my room, grabbed my black long sleeved dress and neon pink tights and pulled on my biker boots. I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the house and headed back towards the hospital. Little did i know i would change my mind and end up going to find my mom.