I'm Not Afraid (Louis/Niall Fan Fiction)

Chapter XX

"The moment I knew was horrifying. How do you comprehend that the man who has haunted you since eight years old is back?" I sobbed into my best friend's chest. She ran her fingers softly through my hair and nodded along as she listened to my rant.

When I was sixteen, I thought that I had escaped from him. Half of my life was spent in that small room. No friends or family contact. I lived in complete solitude. And I got freedom.

But he's back.

How did he end up finding me? And now that he knows I live here.. does that mean he might..

Nope.

Please no.

My nerves became shot at the thought and my body began to tremble. Triniti noticed the uneasiness and gave me a short squeeze. "You know, you never told me the full story." I sat up and looked at her. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. Maybe it's time to talk.." she suggested. I took a deep breath and began to let the memories come back to me.

FLASHBACK

"..and mommy, I just really want you to know I miss your hugs and bed time stories. Why did I have to leave? You didn't let him take me, did you? He's a meanie. And he hurts me. I want me mommy bac-"

He snatched the paper out from under my pencil, not letting me finish my letter. "That's not for you!" I huff, trying to grab i from his fat fingers. He wasn't allowed to read that; it was for mommy and daddy!!

"Did you think you'd get to talk to them yet?" he snarled. That's mean!

"But I miss them! They don't hurt me like you do!" I protest.

"Do you think I care?"

I crossed my arms and stomped towards my room. I didn't like it, But it was better than sitting with him!

I only had a few minutes of privacy before he swung open the door. His heavy footsteps crashed into the room. I looked up into his eyes, mine filled with water and I hoped he could see the fear that I was feeling. Goosebumps rose up on my skin as I felt his cold hand on my forearm. He grasped my arm tightly and pulled me up on my feet and dragged me out of the room. No matter how much I thrashed to get out of his grip, he still held on. By the time we got to the living room, his arm had scratches with light blood escaping and signs of forming bruises. As if he knew the status on the sight of his arm, he made sure to harm me back by forcefully throwing me onto the couch. A thud from the couch slamming back down to the floor shook the house, along with his heavy boots harshly clanking on the floor towards me.

"Please go, please!" I screech, not wanting him closer to me. In every way possible, he terrifies me. I can't think straight when he's near me, let alone him being mean! Sadly, instead of letting me scurry off, he approaches closer towards me. "No, not yet." he almost whispers from across the room. I whimper in fear as he rests his cold hand on top of my thigh. It's the most uncomfortable feeling, no matter how many times it has laid there. It's a touch that's meant for comfort and relaxation; not for me. It builds my fear, along with the tears that spread throughout my eyes.

 I am now 11. That means 3 years that I've been stuck with this horrible man. Have they beek looking for me? If so, have they given up? I hope mommy and daddy are okay. Because I may not be emotionally, but at least I'm still alive. And I really wish I was there to reassure them that one day, I'll see them again. I know one day I'll make it out of here. There has to be some way that I can escape. I'm just not smart enough yet to figure it out yet. But when I become a big girl, I know I will. I told him that too, and he agrees that I will, but he says he'll be 10 spes ahead of me. But I doubt that.