Runaway

Speechless

Alyssa's Pov

It's gotten bad.

So bad, I have been debating whether I should kill myself, or just wait for him to do it.

It's been a week since I last talked to Louis. I know I said that I would forget about him, but I just can't.

When I can't sleep at night, he pops into my head. When I feel the need to just end everything, he pops into my head. And worst of all.....

Well worst of all is every cut I make on my wrist or my leg, I see him watching me, and shaking his head in disapproval.

This afternoon has been a little better than average. I got home from work and he was home.

He hit me, but I felt no pain. He kicked me, but I still felt nothing. I began to feel like I deserved every single punch, kick, and slap.

I had stopped going on my runs, but today was different. I didn't think twice before running upstairs after he was finished and changing not only into my running shorts and shirt, but I put a bathing suit underneath. I grabbed my mp3 and ran out the door.

I made it to the beach and began thinking again. I ran for about ten minutes, and began to think of Louis. I hadn't realized until now that I was running in the same direction that he lived. I knew I would pass his house in a matter of five minutes, but for some reason I didn't care.

In front of me, I saw a bunch of people. And in the middle of these people was, of course, Louis.

I ran into the middle of the crowd, pushing through a bunch of people, before finally making it to the middle. I took Louis' hand and began to pull him towards the house.

The people didn't care, they just kept following him and shouting things at him.

I got him inside and realized what i had just done.

I stared at him, unable to say anything.

What had I done?

Louis' Pov

There hasn't been a day that's gone by where I haven't driven by her house, seeing if she was outside. I just wanted to talk to her again.

Today was hot out, so I decided to go for a swim. I changed into my swim shorts before asking Liam if he wanted to come with me.

He said he was gonna wait inside for the rest of the boys to come.

Oh yeah, I forgot. Zayn, Niall, and Harry were coming today. They had wanted to stay with their families a little longer than me and Liam, so we came earlier than them.

Anyways, I went down to our private beach and hopped straight into the shining water. I swan for about twenty minutes before getting bored.

Except I wasn't bored. I came out here to get her out of my mind, but I still couldn't. I began to walk up the beach, but I got mobbed by paparazzi. They encircled me and trapped me, snapping pictures every few seconds.

All of a sudden, a hand grabbed mine and began pulling me towards the house. At first I thought it was Liam coming to my rescue, but then I realized it was her.

We got back into my house, and she just stood there, watching me as I closed the blinds, blocking the paparazzi's view. I called Paul and told him what was happening. He told me he would take care of it and to be more careful next time.

I ended the call and turned around. She was still looking at me, but she looked down as soon as I turned around.

"Thank you" I said.

She looked as if she couldn't speak. Or she didn't want to.

I could tell she had been running, so I offered her a glass of water.

"No thanks, I have to go" she said and began to walk towards the front door.

"Can we at least talk?" I asked her.

She continued to walk, so I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

I heard her yelp in pain. I felt roughness on the skin of her wrist. I held her arm in my hand, and flipped it over. It was covered in scars and bruises.

I felt a lump in my throat. I was speechless.

"I have to go" she repeated and left.

I just didn't know what to say.