Just Cant Get Away (L.T Fanfic)

The Fear And Right Decision

Annabell's POV

The cool water splashes onto my flushed face. I cupped my hands and brought more water to my face. My heart was hammering inside my chest, I closed my eyes and listened to my heart as it thumped inside my ears. My hands tighten their grip on the sink counter, my fingers turning white as I squeezed harder. Imagines flashing behind my closed eyelids, each one different and each one worse then the next. I saw Harry on the floor his mouth opened slightly, like he was screaming for help, his beautiful green eyes were under his eyelids. The next of my father towering over Niall who was in the corner, fear filling his blue eyes, my father's hand came up and he whipped Niall like an animal. Niall cried and doubled forward his eyes leaving mine. The I saw Liam, his brown eyes locked with mine. Those soft brown eyes were filled with pain and fear, he held his arm against his chest, he was cradling it softly. Zayn was strapped to a table, the leather binds ripping into his skin as he struggled to break free. A line of liquid ran down his fingers, creating a pile of the liquid on the tile floor. I broke my gaze and found Louis, tears ran down my cheeks as I saw him. He was tied to a chair, his blue eyes wide open in panic and fear. Louis screamed names at my father and kept struggling. My father stalked over to Louis a cold hearted smirk on his face, he faced Louis who looked up and didn't back down. I saw the shiny hilt of a pocket knife raise into the air. I screamed trying to get his attention, Louis's eyes met mine. Then they moved to the knife, that was aiming for his heart. As if someone hit the rewind button, I was back in the bathroom the sink still running. I slowly opened my eyes and turned off the water. My eyes looked at the girl in the mirror, she looked so scared and alone. I can't believe that this girl is....me. I took a deep breath trying to get my heart at its normal pace. I ran my fingers through my messy hair, I took a brush through it trying to get the knots out. Those imagines have been playing in my dreams, and when they do I can never seen to get them out of my head. Ever since I've been getting those texts, calls and letters the dreams become more and more, the fear grows along with it. I make sure that I'm ready to go back to sleep and open the door. I jump back in surprise, my hand covering my mouth in shock. His angelic laugh fills my ears causing my cheeks to turn red, "Louis?!" I whisper harshly looking around. Louis gives me his playful smile and says, "Come on Annabell lighten up." I sigh and push him away but his hand grabs my arm softly pulling me against his chest. He keeps my arms pinned against his chest so I can't push him away, looking at Louis I see him in that chair the knife just above his heart. A tear slips out of my right eye as I look down, his finger softly brushes away the stray tear. "Babe what's wrong?" his eyes clouding with worry, I shake my head. "Its nothing...trust me," he sighs and grabs my hand intertwining our fingers. He kisses my fingers, one by one then looks up at me. "I'll get it out of you one way" Louis says and leads us to his bed. He climbs in with me following behind, his arms go around my waist pulling me close. Our legs were tanged, his face was buried into my neck. I felt his body rise and fall with each breath he took as he fell asleep. "Goodnight Louis...." I mumble falling asleep myself, the pictures burned into my head. I know what is right and what's not and I know Louis wont like my decision