This story is based off of 'You Found Me' by The Fray. Credit for the lyrics intertwined in this goes to The Fray and their recording company. Some things are a little violent, just sayin'.
Rebecca's POV:
I walked into my flat, where I saw my ex boyfriend, Jake, smoking. He knows I hate that. I hate to talk to him, but I was curious.
"Where have you been?" I ask.
"Ask anything." Jake replied, slurring a little. Great. He's drunk.
It's times like this where I wish I could talk to Louis again. He's my best friend, and I miss him. I haven't talked to him since we were 16. We're now 21. I felt like I had to hear his angelic voice to get through the day. I guess you could say I've fallen hopelessly for him, but you know, I guess I'll never get to tell him. Louis is a part of One Direction, and chances of seeing him are so slim, it's not even funny. My eyes widened as Jake walked to me, smirk on his face. I knew what this meant.
"Please, Jake. Have mercy!" I say.
He only chuckled bitterly, and cracked his knuckles. He was gonna beat me again. He threw some punches, and kicked me. I groaned when it hurt, knowing better than to fight back. He'd beat me more. I felt something sharp dig into me. I realize I'm surrounded by his 'gang', and this might be the end of my life.
I look to see a knife stuck in my left forearm, and the blood gushing from it.. I felt this throughout my body, and I assume I'm being stabbed. The last few things I feel made me want to die quicker. Someone took a knife, and slid it across my stomach, leaving lots of blood seeping through my clothing. Then, someone took an empty glass beer bottle and smashed it over my head. I scream in pure agony, and slip into unconsciousness.
Louis' POV:
"Thank you." I tell the lady.
I had gotten directions to Rebecca's flat, hoping to surprise her. It took 15 minutes to get there. I saw a group of men walk out of her flat door. Panicking, I run and opened the door. There she was, bloody and on the floor. Her blond hair was matted with blood, her blue eyes closed. She was super pale.
"I got you, Becca!" I say lifting her.
She felt like dead weight, and I knew to hurry. I got her seat-belted into the back seats, and took off driving over the speed limit. I hate going fast; but this is important. I heard a siren, telling me to pull over. I did so.
"Yes officer?" I ask, anxious.
"Why are you speeding?"
"I have to get her to the hospital." I point to Becca in the back. I roll own her window so the cop could see.
"You can drive as fast as you need, sir. I'll help you out so you don't get into trouble." He said.
"Thank you so much!" I say.
I took off speeding to the nearest hospital. I grabbed her, and sprint into the building.
