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

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

"Christina.. Christina, baby, shh.." Liam soothed, rubbing my back softly, trying to ease the tears. I had been crying for over an hour straight, through the entire ride home from the Police station and as Liam carried me up to my bed room. I couldn't stop. I was terrified.

Nothing Liam did or said had made any difference. I was sure now of three things: One was that Daniel and Tony had killed Kelli, my best friend. The second thing was that they were after me now. The final thing was that I would be dead within a matter of weeks.

I clung myself closer to Liam, who continued to rub my back. My tears were replaced by a massive head ache when I finally sat up. It was nearing eleven and I knew Liam would have to be home soon. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this." I whispered, wiping my eyes with the back of hand. "Don't say that, you know I'll do anything to protect you." Liam told me, wiping one last tear away.

"I really need to get home.." Liam said, glancing at his watch. He bit his lip. "I don't want to leave you alone, though." he contradicted, standing up. "I'll be fine." I said, not so sure of it. "Are you sure? I can wait until your parents get home." he said. My parents had been called into the station soon after Liam and I had gotten here.

Even though I was scared, I shook my head. "Go, before your parents get mad and you can't come over tomorrow." I said, forcing a smile. Liam smiled back weakly. "Wouldn't want that, now would we, love? All right. I'll see you first thing in the morning, okay? We'll do breakfast." he said, leaning down and giving me a hug. Planting a quick kiss on my forhead, he turned and left the room.

The house was bright since all the lights were turned on. I practically ran downstairs to lock the front door. Why couldn't my parents hurry home? Every single noise, even a small one, I braced myself for Daniel to jump out with a shot gun and kill me then and there.

Around eleven thirty, I forced myself down on the couch with a knife (for protection) and turned on the TV. Halfway through an episode of Family Feud, I laid down, a burning thought in my mind.

Why didn't I just leave? I could hide and protect myself. I would get away from my family and from Liam, so they wouldn't be in any danger. I could do it. I've ran away before, so I'd know how to survive. Get a fake ID and get a job somewhere, maybe in Tennessee if I got that far. I wouldn't have to put anyone in harms way ever again.

But there were consequences. It was winter, which meant cold weather. I could get sick really easily if I didn't find a job and shelter, which would get horribly bad if I didn't have money for a hospital. There was Liam, whose kidneys were getting worse by the day. What if he died while I was gone? I'd never get to even say good bye,,

Then lastly my family. What would my parents do? I was there only daughter. I was my mom's parents only grand daughter. Would they manage? I suddenly began to get a little angry. Of course they could manage. They only saw me maybe ten minutes a day. To them it'd just be a little less money spent on food.

I had to go. I couldn't stay here and let everyone take all the risks and let everyone suffer. I was just a burden no one could get rid of quite yet. I got off the couch at eleven fifty. I was going to leave.

I walked upstairs slowly to my bedroom, taking in the scene. I may never see it again. My bedroom was the same wreck it'd been for weeks. In the top of my closet there was a small black book bag, perfect for carrying around. I looked around, deciding what I'd need.

Definitley my phone and phone charger. In case anything major did happen, I might actually need it. Otherwise, I wouldn't answer it. I grabbed an empty notebook and a few pens, for other needs. I packed two pairs of jeans and four long sleeve T-shirts. There was a lot of room left in my bag, so I packed an extra pair of black boots, and put on my pair of brown boots.

I then went into my bathroom. I got deoderant, a tooth brush, and from under the cabinet, two things each of travel size shampoo and conditioner. As I stood up, and froze. There was the picture of Liam and I, the one I had seen right before I tried to commit suicide..

I picked it up, and I could see it shaking in my slim fingers. We both looked so happy in the picture.. A tear leaked from my eye. I loved him so much. I hadn't meant to drag him into all of this mess, and I felt like everything was completely my fault.

I put the picture carefully in the front of my bag, so I'd always know where to find it. It was all I'd have left of him most likely. I walked back into my bedroom. The bed was unmade, there were five empty glasses on my desk, along with two empty chip bags. This is what my parents and everyone would have left of me.

I stuck a small family portait into my bag, along with another picture of Liam and I. My vision was getting incredibly blurry from the tears filling my eyes. I wiped them away and zipped up my black bag. I guess this was it.

I shut my door after turning off the light. I looked in all the rooms before going downstairs. My parents perfectly neat bedroom made me smile. They were such OCD freaks. The guest bedroom was perfectly polished as well.

The stairwell wall was covered in family pictures, from when I was a baby up until now. My family and friends would only have to come to this wall to see all these memories. They wouldn't need me around.

The kitchen was bright and clean. I picked up two pieces of paper. I began to write:

Hi mom, dad. I don't know if you'll be shocked. Or if you'll care at all really. But I'm gone. By the time you read this I'll probably be miles away. And if you don't care, great. I hear you complain all the time about how expensive I am anyway. I'm not doing this because of that though. I'm scared, okay? Not for me, but for you guys and Liam and our whole family. Kelli is only the first of many, and you guys have to understand this. I can't handle knowing some of you guys could get hurt in the process. So I left. Please don't bother looking for me, because it's for the best. Thanks for putting up with me these seventeen years. I also took the emergency money out of the desk. Hope you don't mind. Love you guys. Your daughter, Christina.

P.S. Please give the other letter to Liam?

I brushed away the tear falling down my cheek, and dragged the other piece of paper to me.\

Hi Liam. I miss you. I'm sorry I had to leave... but it was for the best. Please, don't come looking for me. Focus on your health and getting better. The girl you fall in love with after me is one lucky girl. Just forget about me and focus on loving her. Raise a family and die with your wife. Hopefully by then, 'Christina' will just be another forgotten person of your teenage years. Oh, God. I love you more than words can say. This hurts, it really does. But now, with me gone, you won't get hurt. By me or by anyone else. It's the best for me, too. So if something does happen, you guys don't have to witness. I'll be okay. Just... don't keep loving me. I don't deserve it anyway. Love, Christina.

I was breathing abnormally as I sealed the two envelopes with tape, labeling one 'Mom and Dad' and the other one 'Liam'. I put the 'Mom and Dad' one on top of the one to Liam. I put the pen down, and got the $200 of emergency cash out of the desk.

Securing the bag over my shoulder, I put my hand on the front door handle. I turned and looked at the house one last time. This was it. I was leaving, and I'd never see it again. Before I could change my mind, I opened the door and walked out into the cold night. I turned around at the end of the road again. It was all over. I turned and walked faster away from the screaming memories.