My Guardian Angel (Liam Payne fanfiction) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I could barely get to my car.

Once Daniel was done with me, he shoved me roughly out the door before I collapsed in the driver's seat. I turned on the front console light as I parked down the street from his house to assess the damage. Everything was blurry from the tears in my eyes. I had a fresh bruise on my thigh, where he had squeezed me, and one on my neck from where he choked me. I didn't know what I'd tell my mom.

Maybe I got into a minor wreck. Use the baseball bat in the backseat and bang up the hood and crack the window.

I started crying. I pulled my legs up to my chest, and though it made my stiff legs scream in protest, I stayed there.

I turned the light off and stay in the darkness, not wanting to go on. I screamed when someone tapped on my window. "Christina?" a familiar husky voice said. What was Liam doing here?

I wiped my eyes hurridly and rolled down my window. "What?" I asked. My voice made it obvious I was crying.

"Oh, my God. What is that on your neck?" he demanded, opening my door. "Come on." He held out a hand.

When he realized I couldn't walk very well, he picked me up gracefully and carried me up a walkway. Leave it to fate for me to park right in front of his house. The lights were all off when we entered.

"My dad is still in the UK, packing up the rest of our stuff from our old house. My mum is asleep," he told me as he carried me quietly through a dark living room. He set me down on the counter in the kitchen.

He went to the freezer and brought out an ice pack. "Always have them on hand. I box, you see," he said, smiling slightly as he set it tenderly on my thigh, wrapped in a rag.

The coolness of the pack seeped into my skin, making the bruise less painful. I let out a sigh. Liam went to the sink to wet another rag. He wet it with cold water, came back to me, and gently rubbed my neck with it.

He avoided my gaze for about three minutes as he went around the kitchen, filling up two glasses of water and getting two tylenol, obviously for me. "Care to tell me what happened?" he asked quietly, after he told me to take them.

I took my time taking the pills, doing them one at a time, then took another long gulp of lemonade, emptying the glass. I shook my head slowly. Liam removed the icepack from my thigh, examined it, then set it once more on it, without the rag.

"I wish you would," he said softly, his brown eyes meeting mine.

I bit my lip. No. "I don't even know you, Liam," I finally said.

Liam looked slightly disappointed, but didn't make me enlighten him anymore. He went back to the medicine cabinet, and pulled out a cream. "My sister Ruth used this after she got into a car accident. It covers bruises. Keep it. I have a feeling with that boyfriend of yours, you'll be needing it," he said.

I stiffened. No one, even the people I've known for years, knew or suspected Daniel hit me. And here Liam did, and we'd known eachother less than twenty four hours. I watched him curiously. He didn't meet my gaze.

"Do you miss the UK?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation away from Daniel.

Liam shrugged. "Somewhat. But I like America," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I think I just found the girl of my dreams," he replied softly.

Once I pulled into my driveway just after ten, I saw my parents still weren't home. I didn't feel like putting the cream on, so I got the baseball bat and got out. I decided I'd take out my anger and sadness and depression on my poor little sedan.

I swung the baseball bat hard on the front of the car, making a huge dent. I glared at the window. Swinging it again, I completely shattered the passenger window. There. I was thrown forward after hitting a tree and got these bruises.

I rubbed my neck, not really aware what I was doing until I got into my bedroom.

Liam's words still rang in my mind. "Because I think I just found the girl of my dreams." Oh, God. That couldn't happen. Yes, I was attracted to him. But I wasn't going to break up with Daniel, as I've stated ten times before.

I looked at my reflection in my bathroom mirror. I looked terrible. There, great self esteem.

I couldn't help but wonder how no one suspected anything was going on. I knew a few people considered I was abused, you know, by my parents, but no.

Never Daniel.

Why would a quarterback on his way to UFC for a scholarship abuse his girlfriend? Apparently that was unthinkable for everyone. I didn't like that people thought my parents abused me, though. It made me upset.

They didn't, of course. They liked Daniel. My dad had actually introduced us. Daniel was his friend's son. Obviously Dad didn't suspect him. He always called me his 'accident-prone daughter.' It pained me, though, that they seemed to like him more than me. I tried to put that out of my mind.

Laying down on my bed after a shower, I waited for my parents to be home. Around 11:30, I heard the garage door open and a scream. I walked down to the living room, and the door burst open and my mom stood there, looking terrified.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CAR?" she screamed, throwing her arms around me. I made myself not wince when she basically punched the bruise on my neck again.

"I hit a tree," I told her as Dad walked in. He was pale. Obviously he wasn't happy I had just damaged my expensive car severely.

"Are you hurt?" he asked distractedly, going through his wallet. I assumed he was looking for my car insurance card.

"She has bruises, Michael, of course she's hurt!" mom hissed, sitting me down on the couch. I didn't bother telling them I had, or Liam had, treated my wounds.

"Why weren't you watching the road?" Dad asked sternly.

Mom shot him daggers, daring him to make me upset. Too bad I already was.

"I was. Someone ran a stop sign, and I had to swerve off the road, and I didn't see the tree. It was dark. You know Kelli lives by that huge forest," I said, trying to sound casual. That was true, at least. Kelli lived right beside one, I had found out when I went to her birthday party a few months before.

"Well, are you all right? Do you need to go to the doctor? You have so many bruises and cuts!" Mom exclaimed. I forgot I hadn't seen them last night after coming home from Daniel's and this morning when I had left the house in a hurry. They didn't know these were from last night.

"No, mom, I promise, I'm fine," I assured her. Dad looked convinced, and Mom didn't push me.

Mom got up again, and led me to my bedroom as if I didn't know the way.

"Just get some rest, sweetie. If you're not okay in the morning, tell me and you don't have to go to school," she said, and left me piled under blankets.

But I was honestly still going to go to school. I couldn't explain it. All I knew was that I had- that I needed to see Liam.