Fix Me || l.t.

Chapter 8

Two Months Later

“El, I'm home!” I shouted through the hallway. “It’s really raining…” the sight of a familiar figure in my living room caused me to freeze in my tracks.

“I thought you would never come home.” His voice was deep and caused my skin to crawl.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Well our moment at the bar got cut short by your charming boyfriend.” he growled as his hand reached behind my head and clutched my hair harshly.

A small scream escaped my lips as he pulled my hair. He cut the distance between us and proceeded to back me into the wall. There was no where I could go. The situation was so similar to the first day Louis had been in my kitchen except this time I knew it wouldn’t end well for me. I inhaled to let out a scream but a large hand crashed over my mouth, trapping the scream in my throat. I attempted my next plan and tried to push my way from the wall but with a strong force my back slammed hard against the barrier. I felt a tear creep down my cheek as the fear swelled inside of me. Every emotion flooded to my mind at once causing terrible fear and confusion. I was angry that this was all because of Louis but also petrified because the safety of my own life as well as Louis’ and Eleanor’s were in jeopardy.

“Don’t cry I'm not going to hurt you without your boyfriend here. I want him to watch.” The evil in his voice made the hairs on my neck stand up.

With all the rage I had left I rammed my knee into his groin and wiggled free from his grip. I started to run for the phone in the kitchen but before I could reach it a strong hand gripped my arm causing me to wince in pain. He spun me around to face him and his free hand clasped over my throat. He squeezed until I could feel the room spinning around me.

“Only someone like Louis would end up with a little bitch like you.” He spat.

With everything fading around me I only had one option and that was to spit on my attacker. He released my neck but slapped me hard across my face sending me towards the ground. I felt blood drip from my lip as tears continued to sting my cheeks.

“Don’t worry love I'm going to find and kill that boyfriend of yours whether you are there or not then you can be with a real man.” He called over his shoulder as he retreated out of my flat.

My whole body was shaking. The handprint on my cheek stung worse with every tear that crossed it and my lip was still bleeding. Finally I mustered up the strength to retreat to my bathroom to examine the damage that had been left. I shuddered at the sight of my reflection staring back at me. A large handprint the perfect shade of plum adorned my right cheek and a dark red covered my lips. More tears escaped as I stared at myself in the mirror. How could this have happened? Why was this guy after me and Louis? The thought of Louis being killed tore my insides to shreds. I stumbled over to the shower and sat in the tub. I turned the shower to cold and not even bothering to take off my clothes, let the water rain over my tense, aching body. The water was ice cold but I was numb to the feeling and the droplets camouflaged my tears as I continued to sob. I couldn’t let Louis be killed because we were together. I cared about him too much, actually I was starting to love him and I wanted him safe. I knew the only way to do that was to break up with him and I knew for certain I couldn’t tell him about tonight’s events. Just as I reached up to shut the water off I heard a familiar voice call from the hallway.

“Karsyn are you home?” the voice called.

It was Eleanor. The thought of her being hurt caused me to sob even harder than before. I managed to control my shaking hand enough to turn off the freezing water. Without even realizing it the water had caused me to shake and shiver even more.

“Karsyn?” Eleanor’s soft voice questioned as she pushed open the bathroom door.

She let out a gasp as she saw me sitting in the bath tub shaking uncontrollably. I was probably I pathetic sight to see and I didn’t mean to frighten her. I knew my face looked worse and I could feel it swelling. Eleanor looked me over before pulling me out of the tub and wrapping me in a towel. I winced as she ran her thumb over my swollen cheek.

“Oh Karsyn who did this to you?” she asked as she nearly choked on her words.