Will you rescue me? (Niall Horan Love Story)

“How could you do this to me! I thought you loved me!” I screamed in agony as I was crying.
“I do love you! I made a mistake! Will you please forgive me?” He said.
I didn’t respond. I fell to my knees and buried my head in my hands.
“You mean everything to me.” He said. This time in a soft voice. “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you…”
I looked up at him.
“Will you make me the happiest man on earth and do me the honor of being my wife?” he said as he pulled out a ring with a huge diamond on it.
He got down on one knee and said, “Will you marry me?” in that sweet Irish accent that I love.


2. Moving

I pumped my legs as fast and as hard as I could. I had to get out of there before he caught me.

        My lungs were burning as I continued to run. I felt like I was going to die. Right here. As I am running.

        "Come here now!" he said while chasing after me.

        "Go away!" I screamed back. He was getting closer.

        I tried to run faster but my legs gave up and I fell down. Hitting the ground hard. He got down on his knees and got on top of me as I laid there. Face down and motionless on the ground.

        He took out a knife and he turned my body over. And before I could do anything in defensive for myself, he made a huge slice on my shoulder. Blood poured out of my shoulder. It started to burn. The burning pain was gradually getting larger and more painful. I laid there and started balling my eyes out. There was no point in screaming. No one is around to here me.

        "Please don't do this to me!" I begged and pleaded.

        I tried to pull myself up but then he pressed his knee harder onto my stomach.

        "I asked you for another chance and you didn't give me one! When I want something, I get  it!"

        I spit in his face and he slapped my face. So hard that it made my face burn up quickly.

        "Now I'm going to get what I wanted from you!" he screamed and started to pull down his pants.

        I grabbed the knife out of his hands and stabbed him in the chest. That gave me the chance to get up and run. I started running away again. I made it about two feet away from him before he took the knife out of his chest and sliced my leg.

        I kicked his face and started to limp away as fast as I could down the street. I ran for about 20 minutes. Not looking back once. After I reached the top of the hill in Jersey Park, I looked back and I didn't see him. I must have lost him. I sat down on the bench that was located in the middle of the park to catch my breath for a minute or two.

        After I was able to breathe normally I continued to run again. I ran and ran and ran. I couldn't risk letting him find me again.  After I was running for an hour I finally made it to my apartment on Main Street. The pain  in my shoulder and my leg were still burning excessively.

        I grabbed my apartment key from under the door mat and unlocked the door. The second I got inside, I slammed the door and put both locks on the door and made sure both of them were locked.

        I went to the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth and I washed up my wounds. When they were all washed up, I changed out of my dirty and bloody clothes to a clean pair of clothes. I grabbed my suitcase and started to throw all of my belongings into it. I want to get out of here. Fast. He still could be looking for me.

        When I was fully packed and all of my things were in my suitcase, I grabbed my car keys off my kitchen counter and started heading out my apartment door and out of the apartment complex. I went to my car, got in and drove off in the direction to the the airport. I need t get out of this town. Out of this state. Out of this country. I thought for a minute on where I wanted to go. I decided that I wanted to move to London. I've always wanted to move to London ever since I was a kid.

        When I got to the airport it was about 11:37 p.m. There is a line at the counter where I had to purchase my ticket. I had saved 5,000 dollars that was suppose to be used for my college tuition. That should be more than enough for one plane ticket to London. I stood there in the line and waited until it was my turn. This one guy had a little girl with him. She was about 6 or 7 years old. She had curly blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. She was probably one of the most gorgeous looking kids I had ever seen.

        She was whining and tugging at the man. I suspected that the man was her father. The little girl didn't speak English. She spoke French. She started saying something to the man in French while she was still crying and tugging at him. The man seemed to be very aggravated by it. After 10 minutes of the little girl screaming, crying, and tugging at the man, he hit her. The girl suddenly stopped what she was doing. She stood there for the remaining time it took for the man to buy the plane tickets. At a couple points I caught her staring at me. When she stared at me, it looked like she was asking me for help. I've always been against child abuse. I was going to say something to the man about hitting his child but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. So I just stood there and remained silent.

        It was finally my turn after all the other people have been served.

        "How can I help you ma'am?" the lady behind the counter asked me in a rather polite tone.

        "Can I please have one ticket to London?" I asked in a soft voice.

        "Sure. How many luggage do you have?"

        "Just one."

        "Alright." She said while pressing buttons on a touch screen computer. "That will be 2,957 dollars."

        I grabbed my purse and took out my wallet. I handed her precisely the 2,957 dollars that she asked for.

        She took the money and she handed me the ticket.

        "Your flight leaves in half an hour. You'll be entering the plane through terminal B7. Over there." She said as she pointed to a crowded area by a window.

        "Okay. Thank you."

        "No problem. And have a great flight."

        I took a seat by the window in the waiting area where no one else was sitting. I took out my iPhone and turned it on. Seven messages popped up. Two were from my mom. They were sent to me yesterday. But I never got to read them or respond. The first one said "Don't forget to send out your college application. Love you xoxo." The other one said, "Did you get my last message? Love you. Xoxo." The other five messages were from Facebook and Twitter. Nothing important. I decided not to tell my mom about what happened or what I'm doing. She would completely disapprove with my decision of leaving the country. But I have to. I don't want Derek to find me.

        Derek is my ex boyfriend. He was the one who tried to rape me. We broke up 4 months ago after I found out he was sleeping with my best friend. Well my ex best friend now. I was completely heart broken. But then after a couple of weeks, I finally got over him. And when that happened he started coming back around again. Wanting me back. I promised myself that I would never go back out with him. So when he asked me for a second chance, I said no. And he didn't like the fact that I didn't want HIM back. So now he's been harassing me ever since, trying to get go back out with him so he could have sex with me.

        "All passengers for the flight to London  please board the plane now." a voice said from a loud speaker.

        I got up and dragged my suitcase with me to the doors of the terminal. I handed the lady that was standing by the doors my ticket and she let me through.

        This is it. There's no turning back now. London here I come.

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