Save Me

Chapter 3 He loves me

Autumn's POV

"Oh shit" I heard Hazel sigh

"Hmm?" I mumbled, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Look" she instructed

I slowly opened my eyes enough to identify a silver car parked in my driveway

Brian.

I gasped and my eyes shot wide open. Then I let out a sigh, allowing my entire body to ache with pain from my bruises.

"Goodbye" I said, my voice being surprisingly scratchy and rough. I'd like to say it was because of my little nap I had during the car ride home but I knew it was because of fear, and so did Hazel.

"Do you want me to come in?" Hazel asked as I opened the car door.

I hesitantly shook my head. "I-I'll be fine" I prayed that she bought my lie.

She sat, studying me before I finally swung my body out the door and stood up.

"Bye" I whispered, before I closed the back door after gathering up all my things.

"Autumn?!" Hazel called after me. I leaned over to look through the open window. "You sure?" She asked.

"Yeah" I said horsely, sending her a forced smile.

I stood up to escape the painful, worried stare Hazel kept me in.

Then, barely being able to stand I took a deep breath and walked around the front of the car, slowly, but surely.

Hazel waited for me to reach the door before driving away, but I knew she wanted to wait until I got inside before leaving. But I was grateful that she drove away before I came face to face with the door, lifting my foot up over the last concrete step and onto the welcome mat.

My whole body began to shake as I reached for the doorknob, dropping all my heavy bags, not worrying about the fragile antiques. I slowly turned it and pushed the door open. I looked inside, only to see an empty dining room, the floors still not swept and small dust partials collecting on the china cabinet on the far wall beside the kitchen doorway.

Still shaking I gathered up all my strength and stepped over the threshold, knowing what was waiting for me in the living room.

I forced myself to look to my left, only to see Brian sanding by the couch, leaning against the back of it so he was facing me when I enter the house.

I stared at him, his head in his hands, as I reached for the door and closed it behind me, pushing my back flat against the stained wood.

Then his head lifted, causing me to move an inch away from him and suck in a sharp gasp.

Once I realized that he wasn't going to make any quick moves I let out a shaky breath, the fear not subsiding.

He let out a frustrated sighed and looked deep into my eyes, his black eyes into my grey ones.

I quivered with terror. The fear became so intense that I began to whimper and cry.

"Shut up" Brian yelled out, angrily after my first whine.

I instantly stopped, sucking back all tears and holding in any noise. I became dead still.

"I told you to do one thing!" He yelled, pushing himself off the couch, causing it to move back a few inches, and me an inch back. "Come home before lunch!" He stepped closer to me. I pushed myself harder against the door, wishing it would break open and allow me to run away. "That's all I told you to DO!" He screamed in my face.