Fond (A 1D Love story)

Run, loved One, run!

Hey guys, if you are reading this in the future: posted on 14th of April 2013!

I got a very beautiful song on the sidebar for you guys, it really fits this chapter. I will try to post a song along with each chapter, of course a song that fits or/and I really like. This happens to be sad one, but like said above; it's fitting to chappie. 

Love you all.

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Chapter One 

Panting, I arrived home. Well, home...House. His car was there. Shit was about to go down.

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"How many times do I have to tell you to be here!" He threw at me, voice slightly raised.

"I am sorry Derrick, I forgot the time." I pleaded, I didn't want him to be mad at me. My love was long gone for this man, but I really wanted him sober, not in a dark state where his conscious slipped, and the rage took over.

"Then don't go out AT ALL!" The last part was shouted, so loud I flinched.

I stayed calm, I had to explain him.

"I really need my alone time. Time to relax. I was just taking a walk, and I forgot time. I'm sorry-"

"ARE YOU SORRY?! BE SORRY!" His hand flew across my face. I was used to the pain, but every time he hurt me, a little piece of my very soul crumbled. My self confidence broke down.

He breathed hard. "Stay away. Go! Go then! Go to your 'so called place'! GO!" He shoved and pushed out the apartment. "You come back straight away! Don't be long!" His constant change of mind was confusing, but I obeyed. I knew what would happen. I better obey.

His eyes darkened. His whole face turned so loathing and full of rage. Oh no. That is never a good sign. That would mean new bruises. Whenever I thought I had enough blue spots on my body, he always managed to find some space to give my skin some fresh bruises. It hurt like hell. I was a little used to it now, but what can I say? One does not simply get used to pain. I turned around and sprinted away, before he changed his mind. I was never going back there. Never.

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It kept pounding through my head. Never going back there. Never going back. Never going back.

I walked past an old lady. My face was worried, and frightened, because this vicious circle was complicated and impossible. Impossible to escape. Simply impossible. 

Anyways, I walked past an old lady, my face pulled into a hopeless, desperate frown.

"Honey, are you alright?" She asked worried. I jumped, not expecting someone to talk to me. Usually, I just said I was fine, lying was an ability I was born with. But when I looked at her face, her deep ocean blue eyes, I could not lie.

So I just stood there, silently telling her all she needed to know through my eyes. My eyes filled up with tears, my throat tightened at some places, and my vision got a bit blurry. Here I was, nearly crying on a pavement. She put her hand on my arm. 

"Come. Come with me." Her voice was so sincere, and her grip frail, like she was afraid I could break any time now. I didn't know where she led me, and my common sense told me that she was a stranger, and warned me. I didn't know her. But my head and heart worked together for once, deciding to trust her. The worry in her old eyes was something no one could fake. 

I had no idea where she was taking me. She walked to a Starbucks. Ah, Starbucks... My favorite job,  even though I don't like coffee (yet). My eye fell on a poster. One Direction. That's it! My brain started working, I could nearly hear the screws, bolts and gears. One Direction > Louis Tomlinson > My cousin. Yes, Louis Tomlinson was my cousin. We used to hang out some time, when we were little. We didn't live in the same cities, but when we were together, we always got along well. 

I quickly looked at the date. October 1st. TODAY! They are in town today! A concert, to be exact. I frowned. Like I ever will get into a stadium. It will be packed with security. 

Suddenly I felt a tug at my hand. I looked back, and the old lady gripped my hand tighter. I realised I'd staring at the advertisement a little too long. She frowned and led me into Starbucks. 

She talked to me for about an hour, talking courage into me. She knew nothing about my situation, but yet she left me build up the courage. She left after she payed for hr coffee. I remained seated.  How was i going to escape? 'Cause I am sure I'm not going to let Derrick control my life. But what do I do? My family lives at the other side of the country. I can't go to them. I just don't feel like doing that. I would have to explain everything.  I am seventeen. I can handle this on my own. Well, obviously not, but you get what I mean. 

I could at least try, Never tried is already lost. 'No' is what you got, 'yes' is what you can get.

I have no idea, literally no idea how I am going to Louis to help me. In what form could Louis help me?! Take me in? Take me on tour? How crazy is that. 

But then, I saw his eyes flashing through my mind.

They angry, green eyes, flashed with anger, rage, hate, and literally nothing good.

My whole mind cleared.

One thing remained.

The silent thought:

I am never, never ever going back there. I will get away.

Any possibility is one the stars blessed me with.

I am never, never going back.

Never.

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