Till Forever Stops ~A Niall Horan Fanfiction~

Chapter 3

RECAP ~ Gripping the bottle in his hand he smashed it upside my head, making it smash into hundreds of tiny pieces on the floor.

A door slam, and the feeling on impact on cold wood were the last I saw as i escaped into the world of darkness. ~~~

Chapter 3

I awoke to a pitch black room. Where am I? I tried to sit up but everything in my body ached as I moved. I placed my hand infront of my to try to balance myself out, but all I got was my hand soaked in wetness. I looked around, noticing a clock across the room. I squint to just make out the time, 12:06 am. Looking around the room, as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I realize where I am. Home. No, it's not home, it's hell. He must have left after he knocked me out, probably went to a bar. I slowly stand up, grabbing onto furniture as support, as I have no strength in my body. I turn around and run as fast as I can, which really is more like a brisk walk, out of the flat. I wobble down the stairs, and start my journey home. It's 3 miles from Amy's flat, this could take me a while.

I grab the sides of buildings as I walk down the never-ending road. The street is dead silent, there isn't anybody on the street, or any cars driving by. It. Is. Empty. As I walk in the silence my mind keeps replaying what he said to me.

'IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT SHE'S GONE! SHE WOULD STILL BE HERE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, YOU WORTHLESS SLUT!'

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT'

'SHE WOULD STILL BE HERE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU'

"ALL YOUR FAULT'

'All YOUR fault'

'All your fault'

It's all my fault. Tears started to prick my eyes. No Scarlett be strong. Don't cry. Big girls don't cry. Yes I did just quote Fergie, problem? No, I didn't think so.

I finally reached my sanctuary, the heaven to my hell. Amy's flat. I slowly walked into her lobby, and up The stairs to her place. As I reached her door I was about ready to collapse. All I could do was knock, once.

Amy opened the door, dressed in her pajamas and let out a gasp.

"Scar! You're COVERED in BLOOD!" She exclaimed, pulling me inside. "What happened to 'It'll be ok'? Yeah because it was so OK!"

She pulled me into her bathroom, by the arm which was currently throbbing, and left to go get her first aid kit. I looked into the mirror to see that my shirt was dripping blood, my pants looked like I got my period, and my face was unrecognizable. I took off all my clothes, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I don't care, I have known Amy sense we were kids, she's my best friend. We have seen each other naked tons of times, we just don't care. As she returned from getting her first aid kit she gasped, looking up and down my body. Her eyes started to water, and she gave me a light hug, seeing as she didn't want to hurt me and I was fragile. The best thing about Amy is, she is always there, through thick and thin, fast and slow, she is there and she cares. She started to clean my cuts and bruises. While she was washing the blood off my body that dripped from ether below my chest, my head or on my hands, she paused and looked into my eyes.

"Why do you stay there? Why don't you just leave?" she asked, here voice cracking.

"I have to. He would find me, then kill me if I even tried to run. I don't have a choice." I replied, tears streaming down my face.

She pulled me into her warm embrace.

"C'mon lets go to bed, babe." she told me, sending me a wink. I chuckled and went off to my room for some much needed beauty rest.

I woke up on the floor, and my best friend jumping on my bed like a mad-man. (No guys, not the show)

"What are you doing!?" I questioned, still asleep.