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

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I considered not replying. Telling him in the morning when he halfway exploded at school that my phone broke. All I'd have to do is break my phone, which I really didn't want to, but maybe I'd have to. There were just some things in this life that were unfair.

But I decided not to. Lying to him was bad. Lying and him finding out was basically my ticket to the grave. Liam's face was stoney as I walked towards the door. I felt someone grab my wrist and spin me around. Liam pressed a kiss to my lips and I saw a tear fall down his cheek. "I can't let you do this." he whispered, his voice sounding pained.

It took all of my will not to cry. "Until I can find a way to stop it then there's nothing we can do, Liam." I whispered back, resting my forhead on his chest for the shortest of minutes. His hand made small circles on my back and I pressed myself against him. "Do you want me to follow you?" he asked me in my ear. I shook my head without an explanation, when all it was is that I didn't want him to see me after Daniel was done.

Liam pressed one more kiss to my forhead then he watched me walk away. My car was parked at the street. My hands weren't shaking so badly I couldn't drive, so I turned my car around and drove to Daniel's house, which was only about five minutes from Liam's.

Lucky for me, in that five minutes San Diego was ending and we were heading to the outskirts, where houses weren't close together and there was less civilization. Daniel's nearest neighbors were barely visible from his driveway.

He was pacing up and down in the driveway when I arrived. His parents' car wasn't home. Why were they never home? It simply wasn't fair. I parked my Sedan on the street and got out, trying to look happy to see him. Time for my acting skills to come into place.

My frown turned instantly into a realistic but fake smile and I jogged up the driveway and threw my arms around Daniel. His arms wrapped instantly around me but I could feel the tension in his body. "I missed you!" I exclaimed, trying not to shiver in my shorts and tanktop. I hadn't thought to bring a jacket, I guess, when I rushed over to Liam's house.

"I can tell." Daniel said, one of his eyebrows raised. He was getting suspicious. "I really did! Did you guys win?" I asked, trying to keep the false cheeriness in my voice. It was slipping slightly. "Is that why you didn't call or text me while I was gone?" he asked, his voice soft. I froze. "I didn't want to annoy you." I lied quietly.

Daniel's hand wrapped around my upper arm, squeezing it painfully. "Trust me, you wouldn't have annoyed me." he told me, leading me towards the house. "Daniel, please, can't we talk?" I begged. I was being dragged through the thresh hold of the front door. The house was complete and utterly silent, which made me feel more alone and terrified than ever.

"We could've talked yesterday, or maybe the day before. You had your chances." Daniel growled. He shoved me into his bedroom and bolted the door shut. I stood in the middle of the floor, feeling defeated. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Daniel take his shirt off over his head. His face was hard and he was scowling.

Daniel wrapped his arms around me from behind, yanking at my tanktop. "You're so pretty." he whispered in my ear, his lips trailing down my neck and to my collar bone. My tanktop was ripped off from around me, and I stood there in my black lace bra. Just standing there, still. Like a statue.

Daniel stared at me as if I was prey he was going to kill. He came up to me, lifting my leg up by my thigh, which must've looked romantic at the side. It seemed like we were dance partners, always in sync. It couldn't be more different from that.

Daniel pressed his lips to mine, and I fell into it and kissed back. He rubbed my thigh where he was holding me, and carried me to the bed. He laid on top of me, kissing my stomach. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his hair, which made him smile slightly. I wondered how he enjoyed it so much.

I felt my boxers come off as he pulled them off, and I laid there, feeling exposed as he went to work. "Please.. Please.. Please.." I moaned in pain. I was trying to say 'please stop', but the words weren't coming out easily as I tried to ignore the pain.

"Do you love me?" Daniel whispered, his voice daring. No. No I did not. Never. "Yes." I gasped. Daniel rolled off of me, and he looked at me. I blinked back tears and rolled my head to the side to look into his eyes. "I know you;re scared of me." he muttered. His green eyes were dark, and for a split second I thought I imagined a tint of black in the green.

"I'm not." I said a little too quickly. Daniel's hand found my throat and I felt it clench around it. I tried to gasp for breath but my air way was completely blocked off. Oh God. Oh God. I was going to die. Daniel had decided to finish me off. I was done for. "I want you to get out of my house, and come back when you stop being terrified and start being truthful. I have plans, Christina. It's your choice if you want to be apart of them or not." Daniel growled, releasing my throat.

Since no one was in the house, I picked up my boxers and tanktop off the floor, and in only my bra and underwear, I ran from the house into the morning that was getting warmer. I got into my car and locked the doors. I yanked on my tanktop and boxer shorts and stepped on the gas, trying to get as far away from Daniel's house as I could.

The driveway of my house was deserted. I assumed my parents had went into work or into the city to go to the store. I unlocked the door and gasped for air. It felt as if I hadn't breathed the whole ride home from Daniel's.

Running up the stairs, I darted into the bathroom to examine my neck. There was slight bruising around it. There was no way I could play this off as an injury of falling or hurting myself any other way. I opened the medicine cabinet, finding blush and a new bottle of bruise cover up that Liam had bought me a week ago.

I got a blush brush and caked it on my neck, making it a little less noticable. To cover it completely I used the cream, making it look as if there was nothing there. Okay. Nothing had happened this morning. Though I told myself this, I felt myself slip to the floor. I leaned my head against the sink counter and cried. And cried. And cried.