David's P.O.V
I'm running through the halls, when one of Jacob's friends trips me, causing me and my things in my arms fall to the floor.
Shit! I can't be late! Jacob will punish me. I'm already late! Picking my things up off the floor, hands comes into my view helping me pick it up.
"You don't have to help." I say before looking up into Liam's gray blue eyes. His brown hair in a 'I just got out of bed look'. Why haven't I notice how gorgeous he is, until now.
"Thank you." I whisper looking down blushing.
"No problem." he smiles handing me my things looking me in my eyes.
Time stops when I look into his eyes. I didn't have a care in the world. I felt safe, loved, wanted. Until it's ruin by no other then Jacob.
Jacob reaches down and grabs my hand. "Come on babe, I'm hungry."
I can tell he's angry that I didn't meet him by his car. I'm going to be punish. He pulls me through the doors to his car. He throws me into the back seat. I make no sound, scared for my life.
In no time we are at my house. He grabs my hair and pulls me through the driver's side door. When I'm out, he slams my head on the hood. I see black for a second as pain flashes through my head. Still grabbing my hair he pulls me into the house. He drags me to the kitchen, throws me on the floor, and straddles my waist. He reaches for the knife in his pocket.
"I'm going to punish you for being late and talking to someone other then me!" he yells at me crazily.
He opens the knife and presses it the my hairline and cuts from below my ear along my jawline to my chin. I smell the rusty smell of my blood. Pain worst then a beating shoots throw me. He stabs me a few times in my arms and upper stomach.
Fight or flight kicks in. I get one of my legs free and kick him in his man parts. he bends giving me a chance to get free. I grab the knife from the floor and stab him in the chest and stomach.
I pick myself up off the floor, and stumble out the house. Getting to the woods. Ignoring the pain as I hear him yell my name, I run.
As I run, him behind me keeps me going. I trip and roll down a hill. Hitting trees and scrubs as I go down. I get up and stumble down.
"David you have to run." I whisper to myself. Ignoring the agonizing pain I run again, dodging trees and scrubs. After running for a while I stop and lean against a tree.
I look down at my shirt to see it covered in blood. I take off my shirt and rip it apart and tie up my stab wounds that are on my arms and upper stomach.
Needing to run so he wouldn't catch me, I start to jog. Feeling the blood lost, I start stumbling. I lean against a tree again.
"Run David. Run. You've had worst." I whisper to myself.
"Damn right you've had worst." I hear his voice behind. I did the only thing I could.
I screamed.
