Broken

Eliana is an average directioner who would love to see One Direction. Sadly for her, she suffers the disput of domestic violence. Only the prospect and hope that One Direction gives her helps her cope with her situation. However, when the thing she loves most has been shut off and she is taken in by some strangers, her life takes a turn for the worse. Will she ever rise up and become happy once more?

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15. Building 1A

I ran outside, free from the protection of the boys; both a feeling of happiness and fear overwhelming me. I crept across the hedge line away from the light of the house and then sped as quietly as a mouse out of the driveway, leaving the darkness to consume all trace of me. Out on the road, shop lights flickered while bustling bodies cackled with the intoxicating influence of alcohol and other such drugs. I knew the direction to which I had to go. For the place of meeting is where I used to live before my father died. I'd never visited since it aroused memories that should not be repeated in my already fractured mind. It was fast approaching 10.55 and I had already set a 20 minute distance between myself and the house in which the boys were protected in. Slowly I walked along path after path before approaching Black street. My eyes darted to the buildings as I searched for 1A as well as anybody lurking in the unfathomable darkness.

 

Crash! I turned on the spot, searching for the source of the noise. Several adults shimmied out of a nearby house with a door resembling the tone of red. I heaved out a sigh. But I still felt uncomfortable...as if the air was being restricted. Despite the presence of the adults, the atmosphere was ominous.They looked respectable but my trust for people has faltered since the recent incidents.

Summoning up what was left of my courage, I strode on until I identified the building. It was no longer a resemblance of what it once was. The walls were cracked, windows broken. What was once a home was down a derelict building left to rot. I fumbled on the door knob that shimmered in the now visible moonlight. It wasn't until now that I realised my hands were shaking. Once I upholded enough grip on it, I managed to turn it and break through to the corridor that lay behind it. The house, unlike outside was pitch black. I saw nothing and so only my sense of hearing and touch could save me now. My memory of the house was foggy but at least I still knew the whereabouts of at least one light switch. I fumbled at the walls, pulling cracked and peeling paint off of them. Eventually my hand slid over something cold and square-like. Gotcha, I thought. I flicked on the switch but to my dismay, it failed to do anything. Tears began to prick to my eyes as I felt more and more hopeless. Never had I felt so alone. My thoughts turned to the boys at home, safe from danger and I wondered whether I should go back since management had formulated a way to help Louis. But then how can you be sure, my mind countered. You can't leave Louis, think about it, he is in the hands of Lucas! Lucas Black! What will happen to him if you don't do something!? Management know nothing of this..this...MONSTER! The other part of my mind was right! I had to save him.

I dropped my arms to my sides and marched forward in an attempt to survey every room until I would find Louis. Creak. Behind me a floorboard creaked and groaned with the pressure of weight on it's body. I turned until yet again the same noise echoed through the house, but this time in the opposite direction. One after the other, floorboards creaked, the sound decreasing in distance. My mind panicked and despite my efforts to think of an escape plan, I couldn't. My mind shut down from such thoughts. Then, for a moment, all noise stopped and silence filled the room. It consumed the building and seemed to embody a force, suffocating me. My eyes darted around, trying to make out any figures, but to no avail.

"Eliana" One word. My name. Lips curled through gritted teeth. A hand. Some powder. My face. A fist. Blackout.

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