Runaway

Chapter 1 ~ Dead Angels

Nobody's POV

"You're an ungrateful little brat." He screeched at her.

He swung his arm at her again, but this time she had the courage to duck and yell back at him.

"You're an evil person, why do you do this?" she let out between sobs.

"Because you're useless and only bring cops and trouble" He countered.

"All you do is abuse me and get shit faced" She said with tears streaming down her face.

This time he was so angry that he grabbed the vase off the table and hit her in the face. Shards of glass were everywhere, including in her cheek. Bloods all over the floor and the abusive man is gloating, so this is when she saw her chance. She kicked him in the crotch and ran to dial 911. She screamed "help, my dad is hurting me, abuse", through the phone to the operator. Then she saw that her dad was back on his feet and running after her. She dropped the phone and ran down the stairs with the man chasing her out the door.

"I think I lost him." She said to herself out of breathe and tired.

"Lost who?" Questioned a teenage guy.

"Um...I...My." She stammered.

"It's okay your safe now."

He opened his arms for her. She gratefully accepted the hug. She didn't know how or even why he was comforting her. She didnt know how he knew that she was unsafe. But she decided to let herself be comfortable and safe around him.

It was probably easy to figure out that something was going on, I mean there was blood and tears matted to her face.

"How about you come back to mine and we can talk?"

Scared and tired she agreed.

They pulled up to the house about 15 minutes later. Before they got out of the car he explained how he lived with 4 other boys that were a bit crazy but also caring.

He also said that she would be able to have her own bed and bath if she needed to stay.

Bella's POV

We got out of the car and started to walk into the house. It was beautiful; there was a huge golden chandelier and famous paintings everywhere. We reached what I guess was the living room. It's huge and has two love seats and multiple chairs and a couch and a big fireplace.

Wow they must be rich or something.

"So what's your name love? "He asked me.

'Bella, what's yours?" I asked curiously.

"I'm Louis, don't you recognize me?"

"No, am I supposed to?" I said trying my best not to sound rude.

"Oh, well I thought you would."

"Why..?"

"How about we make sure you are showered and feel better before we talk anymore, okay?"

"Ok...?"

He walked me upstairs and after passing about 5 rooms we got to the guest room. It was a double door; inside there was a kings bed with silk and satin sheets and comforters.

It looked like a master bedroom but all of the rooms where like this. Well atleast from the outside.

There was a huge mirror with golden patterns. As we walked past it I saw my reflection; I had blood stains and dried tears all over my face, my hair was all matted and frizzy, and my clothes were torn. Why would this Louis guy just pick me up off the street and take me into his home? Why did he care for me when he doesn't even know me?