As long as you're okay, then everything's okay.

One

I ducked behind the island, tears streaming down my face. Inspecting my swelling wrist, i surprisingly felt no pain, probably adrenaline. I heard him getting nearer, screaming my name. "Y/n! Get your ass out of where ever you're hiding! You need to accept your punishment!" I looked around, and spotted the door, I could run for it but he's much faster, and would kill me if he caught me. I backed up from the island just slightly as I heard him start to walk away. I spotted my phone, laying on the kitchen counter. I slowly glanced around, seeing him with his back turned, I quietly reached up and grabbed my phone. I unlocked it quickly and with my shaky hands, I accidentally opened contacts instead of phone. My phone then slipped out of my hands and made a loud noise on the floor. I scooped it up and ended up calling someone, but he was approaching quick so I dropped the phone and started running to the bathroom, locking myself in. I wasn't sure who I called but I hope they didn't answer, I can deal with this on my own. He started banging on the door, screaming my name, he then started to ram against the door. "BANG." the large wooden door. "BANG." ... "BANG."... I could hear the lock giving. "Y/N YOU BETTER OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR IMMEDIATELY OR I WILL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND GIVE YOU THE WORST BEATING YOU'VE EVER GOTTEN!" I winced at his words, remembering last time. I glanced at my side, it still severely bruised from when he threw me into the coffee table. "BANG." the lock was surely going to give at any moment. I looked around frantically, the window was too small to escape out of, I couldn't hide in the shower, I obviously couldn't hide in the sink cabinet, I was screwed.

I could tell he was about to ram against the door, I ran and hid in the shower, even though he was going to beat me harder for stupidly trying to hide. I closed my eyes, I prepared. "BANG." the door broke down.

But it sounded distant, and not like the bathroom door, I heard several voices yelling, demanding orders to him and each other. oh no... Whoever I called, they called 911. I heard struggling, and yelling, and a big thump on the floor, suddenly the struggling and the yelling stopped, as I heard the police's demanding voices fade. Two guys were left, talking. "I'll get her." Someone walked up to the door, I looked at the door, afraid it was him, Kyle. Pretending he was gone, again. There was a gentle knock. "Y/n? You in there?" the voice was soft, and a lot higher pitched than Kyle's. Almost so much I could trust it. But I didn't. The knock sounded again, I could tell it was a much smaller, weaker male. Telling by the way he knocked, he was desperate for me to come out. Probably one of Kyle's friends, faking it so that I'd come out just so Kyle could beat me. "Y/n, please, it's okay, he's gone." I still didn't trust it. But I began to wonder, whose voice WAS it. It sounded so... Familiar. The knock sounded, one more time. "It's Ethan." that's who it was... There was no way Ethan would do anything for Kyle, he always hated Kyle, and he didn't even know how Kyle abused me. "Excuse me." the other male said, I heard something stuck into the lock, and soon, the door swung open, I glanced from behind the curtain, I saw a friendly-looking, but also not one to mess with, officer holding the door as Ethan entered, he spotted me right away. I pulled the curtain closed, still scared, not wanting to trust or believe anything that's going on. "Y/n." I felt a small tug on the curtain as I held it on both sides. He was letting me come out when i wanted to, definitely. He didn't want me to freak out, I could tell. I took a deep breath, hoping for this to be real, but at the same time be an act Kyle put on for me again. I pulled open the curtain, seeing Ethan instantly lock eyes with me, he looked concerned. I looked around, looking for Kyle. I felt a set of hands gently grab my shoulders, I automatically tensed, that was what Kyle always did when he was about to throw me. I turned to look at Ethan, and immediately collapsed into him, I felt his arms wrap around me, supporting me, keeping me somewhat upright. I began to sob into his chest, as he rubbed my back, I felt him start to lead me out. But obviously I was too weak to walk myself, so as soon as I took a step, I completely collapsed. The adrenaline had worn off. My wrist began to hurt like hell. My whole body hurt like hell. My body shook with sobs.

I felt Ethan put an arm near my shoulders, and then by my legs, and soon enough he lifted me up, bridal style. I let it happen, as I dug my head into his chest, staining his shirt with tears. He walked out of the bathroom, I took a glance behind him, seeing how damaged the door looked, it was hard to believe Kyle didn't break in. The officer walked behind us, as Ethan led us out. I spotted Ethan's car, parked outside. But he led us to the cop car. The officer opened the back seat door and Ethan ducked in, me still in his arms, holding on for dear life. The officer closed the door and got in the driver's seat. Ethan placed me next to him, buckling himself, then me. He quickly grabbed my hand to emotionally support me as I sobbed into his shoulder. He was holding the wrist that was, probably broken. I opened my eyes to see he was inspecting it with a sad look on his face. He had finally noticed I was looking at him, he put on a small smile, but it soon faded as he looked at my face. I quickly looked away, assuming it didn't look so good. "She's hurt. Hospital please." Ethan spoke in a stern but hurt voice, he never knew I went through this sort of thing, so I assumed he felt bad he couldn't help before.

I struggled to keep my eyes open, I was exhausted, but I don't know how badly I was hurt and if sleeping could make it worse. But I couldn't help it anymore and fell unconscious on Ethan's shoulder. Something I could never do with Kyle.