Running on the beach one day, Alyssa ran into Louis Tomlinson. They both had tears streaming down their faces. Alyssa was crying because she lived in a bad house with an abusive stepfather and sister. Louis was crying because of a phone call he just received. What happens when Alyssa runs away with Louis and then her abusive father and older sister hunt her down? Will she be able to escape alive?


9. Dead or Alive

*Louis' pov*

Each and every night, she made her way into my thoughts and my dreams.

Those scars on her wrist, they weren't from any accidental cut. I don't know what would have driven her to do this to herself.

It's been about a week since the last time I saw her. When she saved me from the paparazzi on the beach.

I decided to take a drive to clear my head. I grabbed my keys and headed out, just cruising along random streets.

I ended up right next to her street.

I know I shouldn't have, but I turned down her street

. As I passed her house, I saw that no one was home.

I kept driving and something caught my eye.

A couple of houses past what I thought was her house, there were three people in the driveway. It looked like two of them were beating the crap out of the other person.

I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and called the police.

After I hung up, I jumped out of the car and tried to pull the people off of the girl.

She was laying face down in a pool of blood.

I pulled one of the girls that was kicking her and pushed her to the side.

The guy, however, was kicking the crap out of her and he was too strong for me to fight him off. I hit him and hit him, but he acted like I wasn't even there. He just kept beating this poor girl.

The police arrived halfway through my struggle with the guy.

It took two police officers along with me to restrain and handcuff the guy.

He didn't even look sorry.

He was laughing.

The police escorted the guy to the car and I ran over to the girl.

I turned her over, and...... "Alyssa?"


*Alyssa's pov*

"I'm so sick and tired of all your bullshit! You think you can run from every problem but you can't! Your a worthless piece of shit and I'm tired of having to watch out for your sorry little ass. No one ever loved you and no one ever will. If you don't kill yourself, then I will."

No. I won't kill myself. I haven't been fighting for this long just to quit.

My father was finally sober enough to comprehend that I would go missing for days at a time when I took my runs.

I would avoid him.

But that little bitch I call my sister ratted me out.

So now I have two options. I either kill myself or he will.

I woke up this morning wondering what would happen today. I made it until around noon, just doing my chores before either of them came up to me.

"Hey whore whatcha doin?" my sister said.

"Leave me alone." I said and went back to scrubbing the floor.

"She was talking to you!" my dad shouted as he kicked me in the ribs.

It took me a second to recover from the blow, but as soon as I could get up, I took my chance to run to the front door in hopes that I would be able to outrun them. They were so busy laughing that I thought I had done it as I reached the front door.

Freedom? Could it be?

All of a sudden, I was pulled down by my ponytail. I felt my head smash against the ground and as I reached up to touch it, I felt a warm liquid that could only be blood.

This was it.

This is the moment he kills me.

He told me he would if I didn't kill myself. I thought I'd have more time than this though.

This is what I've been fighting for. I've been fighting to die.

As I gave up the urge to fight, I found a certain peace. I would go to heaven, see my beautiful mother, and be with her.

Every kick, punch, slap, and crunch of breaking bones hurt to listen to, but there was no pain. There was no sadness. There was no drive to live.

As I started to drift into unconsciousness, I began to think. It's funny how in movies they always say that your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die or have a near-death experience. But it's not your whole life that you see, it's the happy moments.

I saw my mom. Smiling and rocking me when I was little. A few moments from different times in my life, like when my mom threw me a surprise birthday party. But the final flash made me want to live again.

I had given up trying to defend myself or even move from the oncoming hits that just kept coming. But as I saw this last flash, I wanted to live again.

I saw Louis on the beach, when we had first met. As mad as I had been when he had run into me, it was the best moment I had during the past few years.

I attempted to get up, but only ended up rolling over into a pool of my own blood and blacking out....


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