Running from Direction~ Niall

Chapter 3

I fell to my knees. I started crying and  covered my face. I had blood all over my face and my back. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who he was, and I didn't know why he was doing this to me.

I found a ladder in the garage. I climbed up it and into my window. I didn't want my mom to see my like this. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. Once again I climbed into the shower. My lip was swollen and still bleeding. It was bruised really badly. I couldn't see my actual skin color, just black and a little bit of purple. The water burned the spots where I had the sores. I cringed as the water hit my swollen lip.

I stepped out of the shower and put my pajamas on. I looked in the mirror. I was a mess. I looked like I had been mauled by a bear. Then I spotted the guitar string necklace. I tried pulling it off, but it wouldn't budge. I would've cut it off, but the scissors were down stairs, and I defiantly wasn't going there.

Before slipping into bed, I looked out the window. Who was he?  I pulled the covers over my head and went to sleep.

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"NO!" I screamed, waking up. I had dreamed about him again. I looked at my alarm clock. It was about 4:30. I put on some sweats and a jacket. I slipped on my running shoes and decided to go for an early morning jog. It was still pitch black outside,  because it was winter. I jogged past my house and down the street. I headed for town, so I could maybe stop by the bakery in a few hours and grab a bite to eat for breakfast.

As I ran down the dark city streets, everything was quiet. I turned around the square, and started walking, to catch my breath. As I got closer, I saw something at the end of the street. I started to make out what it was. It looked like a tree, and then a street lamp, and then... No. It couldn't be. I stopped dead in my tracks. The figure slowly started to creep closer down the street. I started backing up. I felt my heart race, and everything in me told me to run, so I did. I turned and ran, as far away and as fast as possible. It was too dark and I couldn't see a thing. I ran into tree branches and tables and chairs set up outside. If I could only go a little further, I could make it to Katie's house. Smack! I ran into a tree branch that smacked into my eye. I then tripped and fell into a rose bush. I looked around with my eye that wasn't bleeding and swollen shut. I was in Mrs. Johanson's yard. I tried to pull myself up and out of the rose bush. I grunted in frustration when I felt the thorns in the bushes start to tear up my leg. At this rate I would never make it to Katie's house. I had to find some place to hide, and fast.

I rand down the streets, and didn't see him following. But I kept on running. I couldn't let him get me. I found a hiding spot in a trash dump. I scrambled around and found an old mattress leaning against a wall and hid under it. I sat there praying he wouldn't find me.  A few minuets past. I thought I had lost him, yet I remained completely silent. I gasped as I felt a warm hand touch my back and slowly make its way up to my ear, sending chills up my spine. He pulled on my earlobe, and I could feel his breath on my cheek. He laughed at the sound of my gasp. His voice was scratchy and low.

"Where'd you think your going, princess?" He looked at me and Chuckled, his voice deep. "I see you've picked up some new scars all by yourself. Having some fun without me, eh? Well, I'm sure we can change that." He leaned in close to me and laughed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He leaned me against the mattress and pushed his body up against mine. He pushed my head to the side and started biting on my earlobe, while his other hand pushed hard against my stomach.

"Please," I whispered in a shaky voice. "Please don't" I almost whimpered. He leaned back from me and let go of me. He let go of me and I fell to my knees. He slowly started to circle me .

"Oh, aren't you brave?" He laughed at me as I shook in terror. I continued to sit on my knees trembling in fear. I started to cry. I saw his feet circle around me from the corner of my eye.

"Wh...Wha.....wha-what's-s your n..n..name?" I whispered through my tears.

He laughed and pulled me up off my feet, but I continued to look staight ahead. "The princess wants to know my name." He chuckled aagain, deeper and lower. "He stopped circling me and stopped behind me. He pulled his hands up on my shoulders and leaned in close to my ear. He stayed there for a while, and I felt his breath on the back of my ear. "My name," he whispered, chuckling. "is Niall."