How Love Fixed Me(Sequel to how love found me)(Niall Horan fan-fic)

chapter 62: Shit beaten

Chapter 62: shit beaten

Carson's POV:

I woke up with a major pounding in my head. I opened my eyes to find myself being carried by someone. I looked up and it was Andrew. I was in his arms and he was taking me back to the salon. My body was frozen for a half a second. Hes the one who knocked me out?!

I don't know where the sudden impulse of what I did next came from. Andrew hadn't noticed that I was awake yet so I had a few seconds until he noticed. I lifted my arm quickly and threw it back down hard hitting him right in a bad area. He made a noise and fell to the ground, with me falling with him. I think that my body falling on his helped my case of hitting him right there. I landed on him and he started shouted some awful words. I jumped up and started running. I don't know where I was running to or why. But I ran. I heard him yelling behind me but I didn't care. I started running down the street.

My plan was to run to any public place nearby that was still open. But the salon was basically surrounded by nothing. My next idea became to run home. It wasn't that far and I had an advantage on Andrew. He probably wouldn't follow and he was down after taking a blow like that. At least so I thought.

I glanced back just to make sure he wasn't follow and to my utter shock he was. He was limping in a way right for me. When he saw I turned around he started shouting.

"Stop! I won't hurt you! Just let me explain!" He called for me.

I didn't turn around though.I couldn't I had to keep going. As much as my lungs and muscles were protesting. I could hear his shouting getting closer as I ran. I turned and saw he was gaining on me. I looked around and didn't see a single person or car in sight. I saw empty houses and empty streets. Why did no one notice a girl running from a phyco man? Does this kind of stuff happen often?

"Help!" I screamed running down the street.I started patting my pocket looking for my phone, but found nothing. He must have taken it when he took me out of the car. I turned back once again and saw him getting even closer. How can he run that fast? I was running as fast as I could and it still wasn't enough.

I felt something painful hit my leg and I went tumbling down. I rolled on the cement and felt my body scratch all over. I could feel the sting but tried to ignore it. Instantly I tried getting back up but someone was on me. I started screaming before Andrew had his hand over my mouth and was keeping me still. I felt the impact of him throwing himself on my chest. I started thrashing around trying to buck him off when his fist connected with my face. Hard.

I closed my eyes from the pain and when I opened them, the sight I saw made tears come to my eyes. Suddenly it wasn't Andrew on me holding my mouth closed it was Alex.

"You little bitch. I told you to stop. But you don't listen." Alex told me. I tried telling him I was sorry. That I would next time. But it didn't matter. He punched my face again and this time I saw black spots. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders then felt my head viciously crack on the cement below me. I saw nothing. Blackness but I knew I was still awake. I could feel the pain to know that. I could hear my own breathing to deep and heavy for normal.

I felt myself being lifted. Nothing was covering my mouth no but I couldn't seem to scream. My head was pounding from the force of what just happened. I couldn't even get my body to respond. Slowly my vision came back. Alex was carrying me. I felt tears slide down my face but no sound came out.

"You just don't die do you?" Alex asked me. I remained silent I learned that silence was usually best with him. Not that I could have responded even if I had wanted too.

"I tried so hard. I tried to make you happy. And what did you do? You left me. For him. For that scum. how could you, Carson? I loved you." Alex said to me.He looked right down at me as he walked.