Covered Mouths

Chapter 10: Hello Alisha

The hold of the stranger started loosing. He wasn't steady. Suddenly he fell to the floor and i was on top of him. I didn't hurt myself because i was on top of it but i could see blood run all over his body. I was by now covered with blood. It was scary. I had blood on my hands on my thighs. I screamed. I screamed so loud and i felt a hand grabbing me from the ground. The silent and lonely gas station was now crowded and full of people. Policemen. Niall got me outside and i could see the worry on his face. He was worried. I was breathing heavily and i was rethinking and getting the scene in my mind. His blood on my body and him screaming in pain. Niall tried to touch me to comfort me but i stopped him . He was staring at me
"Stop!! Did.... Did you kill him? " he didn't answer.
" I... I. He was going to rape you " he said after a long pause
" So you killed him " i said and my voice cracked.
" No, no i didn't. I called the police. They killed him " i breathed in relief and he hugged me. This time i let him.
" Let's go clean up the blood from your body". We went on women restroom and i cleaned the blood. I was embarrassed. I felt embarrassed for him watching me with only my undergarments.
"Don't be embarrassed. Your body is not something to be ashamed. Its... Its beautiful. " wow if someone have told me some weeks ago that Niall from One Direction will compliment me i would laugh at him.
I blushed and he noticed. He, thank god, did nothing. Instead he take out his loose shirt and gave it to me and actually i didn't mind at all. He had the sexiest body i ever saw. F**k. What's wrong with me? I was almost raped and killed and now i am thinking about his body? Anyway we went back to the crime scene and the policemen were analyzing it. The stranger with the well cared mustache was nowhere to be seen. But his blood was still there.
" Can we get her clothes please? " i heard Niall saying.
" Absolutely NOT. They are part of the crime scene. " the chief said and we backed off. Thank god his shirt was long enough to cover my butt. Anyway after a long time we finally finished the interview (A/N interview:if someone knows the word i am looking for please comment. I mean when something happens police wants to know what happens from the victim and the people around) we headed back to London. I was so exhausted when we arrived in front of a house. Niall had a key and of course the house was like a mansion. When we entered the house the rest of the guys waited for us.
" You are late what happened? " Liam asked
" Omg. Omg. Alisha where are your clothes? Did something happened between you and Niall that's why you got late? " Louis as usual was teasing us

" Shut up Lou. You have no idea what happened. Go get a shower and get a good sleep. You need to look beautiful tomorrow. I ll wake you up " Niall told me and i obeyed.
I went upstairs but this time there were six rooms. How the hell did they manage to get a six room house? I mean how they pursuit their management to get them a six bedroom house? Something was wrong and i needed to know. But now i needed a shower to get his filthy aroma from my body. I went to all of the rooms when i found one where my things were and took a shower. As usual i didn't have anything to wear. I only had jeans and shirts. After the shower i wore one of my shirts and went to one of the boys bedrooms i bet it was Lou's i didn't care and took a basketball short. I looked like a homeless (no offense to the homeless. I know you are going through a lot but don't give up. NEVER GIVE UP.)
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Anyway. After that i went to my room and try to get some sleep but ii felt the room getting smaller and drowning me. I couldn't stay in there. Thought of him touching me came in my mind and i started breathing heavily. I bet they were all in their rooms by now so i got up and run through the stairs and outside the yard trying to get some air. Been claustrophobic sucks. I tried to take deep breaths and control it already when i heard a voice calling my name. I am sure my face was by now red like a tomato. Guess what. They weren't sleeping. They were all downstairs talking and watching TV. The one who yelled my name was Harry. I had to see Harry since... since omg i can't remember what happened that night. Did i got drunk? That's why i can't remember a thing? Anyway they all got up coming to me when i finally managed to say
" I.. I. am. fine. I am ok. "