From Love To Lust

Chapter Eight

I was stopped by his fingers intertwining with my hair, pulling me back. We both tumbled to the ground. My body ached but I knew I had to get away from him. A burst of adrenalin ran through my veins, forcing me off the ground and in pursuit of Niall's house. A hand reached out and I crashed onto the dewy grass, once again. He wouldn't let go of my ankle, obviously ignoring my plea.

"Be quiet," he dragged me closer to him and covered my mouth, "you'll wake the neighbors." I bit his hand, drawing blood, and he let out a whimper.

"Little bitch," he spat, slamming my head against the hard ground, taking away consciousness.

My vision came back to me, as did the pain. I blinked serval time before I was completely aware of my surroundings. The walls were a dark, rotten, wet wood that were enclosing a very small house. The door on the other side of the room lead outside and the window next to it shone no light. Duct tape tied up my hands and I was strapped down to a cot that was propped up under a stack of old books and my mouth was gaged. My head killed me but the pain I focussed most on was my lower stomach. I thought about the baby and the possible things that could have happened. I shuttered at the thought and continued to look around the room. He wasn't there so I tried to free myself, failing miserably.

I looked around the room for an escape. I could see that the door was locked but a table was underneath the window. A sharp edge stuck out and I rubbed the duct tape on it, releasing my arms and freeing me to untie my legs. I hoped down to the floor with a loud thump, spraining my ankle. I winced and rubbed it, stumbling over to the table. Piles of mail and garbage cover it and I pushed it off in one motion. Careful of my ankle and stomach, I lifted myself onto the table. Holding myself on the windowsill, I pushed the window open and pulled myself on it.

I jumped down, hurting my ankle even more and began to limp away.

"Where are you going?" my head whipped around, spotting my capturer. I put complete force on my pained ankle. The man's voice got fainter and fainter as I ran faster. I turned my head back to see of he was behind me. I crashed into a firm body and screamed, afraid of who it would be. My eyes met Niall's and he began pulling me out of the woods.

"What the hell are you doing in the woods alone?" he practically screamed at me. I kept my head down, trying to keep up with his feet.

"I dunno," I whispered and stumbled into his frozen poise. He turned around to look at me. I couldn't make out his expression in the dark forest so late at night. Was he mad?

"How often do you lie?" he asked me, suddenly calm. I shrugged and tried to push past him, not wanting to be out here for another second.

"I said," he growled, snatching my wrist and pulling me back, "how often do you lie?"

"I never lie." I lied, staring into his seemingly dark eyes. He stared at me for a few moments before turning his head, breaking the glance.

"and I'm offended that you think I-" my obnoxiously loud voice was cut off by Niall's hand slapping over my mouth.

"Shhh," he hushed, pulling me into towards him, "you hear that?" I listened carefully and heard leaves rustling a few feet in front of us. My heart began to race and I buried my head into Niall's arm.

"Don't be scared, baby," he whispered into my ear, reminding me of my little secret.

"I'm not scared." Lie. My teeth started to chatter, not from the temperature, but the intense amount of fear. The noise got closer and my nails dug into his skin. I turned my head away, on the verge of tears. He started belting out in laugher and I pulled away from him, trying to the humorous object. My eyes followed his and I spotted a small rabbit hopping alone. I smirked and playfully hit Niall's arm.

"Let's go," I shook my head, still nervous to be out here when the man could be as well.

"Go where?" a deep voice asked behind us. I shivered, remembering that voice. Niall turned around and stood in front of me protectively. I peaked over his shoulder and clutched to him with dear life.

"I thought we were having a little fun," the man pulled out his knife and looked into my eyes. I didn't drop the gaze this time. Niall's head whipped around to face me, "Run," he screamed.

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"Let me clean you up," I cooed at him, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off of him. I poured rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball and began rubbing in onto Niall's cuts.

"How long did the police say they were going to be?" he winced at my touch.

"Maybe next time you won't get into a fight with an armed man," I tested him when he pulled away from the cotton ball and gave me a sarcastic look, I chuckled, "they said a few hours." He gave me a surprised look.

"The storm," I gestured to the window, "it knocked down a few trees, elongating the rout." He nodded, annoyed and took my hand and rubbed it along his abs.

"Not know," I moaned, trying to pull my arms free.

"You don't want to?" Niall chuckled, dropping my arms.

"No." Lie. He gave me a pained expression and kissed my cheek. I stayed still, not letting him get to me. His lips pressed against my neck, leaving wet kisses before lightly blowing in my ear. I shivered and wrapped my arms around him, giving in.

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"Mam'?" the police officer asked and I turned to face him, "do you know the man who assaulted you?" I thought this over and stared into the dark eyes of the cop. I bit my lip and looked at the floor.

"No." Lie.