Cut To Pieces [Complete]

Crush

I sat in the corner of my room with tears streaming down my face. My father had found out where I was and he was coming for me. I knew there was a chance this would happen since my face was now plastered all over the internet with the boys. I mean Allie and Harry had over one million tweets. I wasn't even dating Harry. It was all due to a couple of selfies and a photo of us out for lunch one day. According to a couple of fans I had spoken to once outside one of the venues, Hallie was a legitimate ship amoung the 1D community. 

A knock at the door of the flat made me jump out of my skin and I sunk further into the corner, the tears rolling full force. I wasn't ready to go back with him. I had become way too adjusted to my new life of freedom and relative normality to go back to pretending to be my mother for the mental health of my father. 

"Allie?" The familiar voice that followed the few minutes of intermittent knocks made my heart jump and I'd never moved from one side of the flat to the other so fast in all my life. 

"Michael!" I screamed in excitement as I whipped the door open but I instantly took a few steps back when I took in the picture before me. Michael stood, his eyes wide and frightened wirth my fathers arm locked around his neck. "Oh my god." I whispered, chocking on my sobs. My father grinned at the sight of me and pushed himself and his hostage inside of the flat. 

"Carla, you shouldn't have run away from me." Oh my god, this was it. I started to seriously panic as my father pushed a scared Michael down onto one of the dining chairs and had his hands on either of his shoulders. I ran around the table to reach Michael and put my hands on either side of his face, ignoring my deranged fathers presence. 

"Are you okay?" I searched his eyes for any signs that he was unwell. "Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? What the hell are you doing here?" I scrambled to get all the words out and Michael just shook his head. 

"I'm fine, he hasn't touched me." I gave a thankful look to my father who just continued to scowl. "I ame to surprise you, I was at Manchester airport when I called you."

"Oh my god, the boys? Is everyone safe?" It hadn't occured to me that more than just Michael might be implicated in this. 

"No," Michael shook his head and gave him a confused look. "They're all still in America. I was just trying to cover up the fact that I was in England." I stood up straight, wiping the drying tears from my cheeks. I was past crying now, I was more angry than upset. 

"Let him go, Mat." I ordered and my father simply tightened his grip on Michael's shoulders. 

"You're my wife." My father growled through clenched teeth and I shot Michael and apologetic look for the way I was about to act. I had planned on keeping anyne else out of my dysfunctional family life. "You beling with me, not with this boy. And who gave you the right to dye your hair?" The blue was fading now but it was still evident. 

"I can dye my hair if I wish, Mathew." I said clamly, taking a step forward and placing a hand on my fathers shoulder. "And you and I aren't together any more. I can see who I wish." The fire in his eyes was frightening me but I would never let him know that. I wasn't frightened for myself, I was frightened for Michael. "You need to go home now, Mathew." I whispered, praying he wouldn't lash out. "You need to move on and let Michael and I go our own way." 

"We are not over!" My father screamed causing me to flinch and Michael stiffen in his seat. "You are my wife!" He dropped his hold of Michael and took a few steps toward me, backing me into a corner. 

"Allie-" I cut Michael off my raising my hand to him. If he spoke now it wouldn't help anything. 

"You beling in our house with me! Not running around the world with some kid!" He whipped away form me and stormed back towards Michael, pulling him from the seat by the back of his shirt. "She's my wife! Mine!." Michael remained silent, his eyes wide and staring at me in panic. I took a breath, trying to hide how utterly petrified I was. "What the fuck is this?" Mathew held up my cellphone and threw it down against the ground, shattering the screen. "You are not allowed a cell phone!" He screamed to me and then picked up a knife from the kitchen bench, pressing it to Michael's throat. I was trying to remain calm, but the more Michael became endangered the harder it was for me to keep calm. "You will come with me, Carla, or I will slash your lover boys throat." The tears were threatening at the corners of my eyes and I gulped down the massive knot forming in my throat.