I Wanna Save Ya.

Kat had been with Landon so long, she wasn't ready to move on; whether it meant him physically abusing her or not. Along side her best friend, Niall, she encounters some pretty big decisions. Especially when someone she cares about dearly deserts her. What will happen with Landon? What will Niall do to protect Kat? Read to know more (:


7. Gone.

I felt betrayed, Niall left me. At the same time I kind of betrayed him... But I would never just up and leave him all alone! I grabbed my phone and slowly moved over to the bed, I picked up the note again and studied the scrawled handwriting. I sighed and put it back. I didn't want to leave, where would I go? I really didn't have any other friends... An idea popped into my head. I ran over to Landon's safe box and grabbed everything even somewhat valuable, "That's for what you did to me" I smiled to myself. I was going to take everything he has, like he did to me. I glanced around and found a pen, and I wrote on the back of the note, "Well, I left, and I did it happily. I hope you don't mind, I'm taking some things." I left the new note perfectly where he had, and ran to the kitchen. I was so angry I grabbed an apple and chucked it at the brick wall across the living room. It made me feel better, so I did it again. I ran out of fruit and I swiped my arm across the counter and watched things shatter on the ground. I opened the fridge and dumped some things on the floor, then left it open. I still wasn't done. I grabbed a kitchen knife and dug it deep into one side of the couch, and drug it across multiple times. Now I was done. I grabbed my things and opened the front door. Landon's car was just pulling into the parking lot, I slammed he door and locked it. We were on the third floor, there wasn't really a back door. I ran out onto the patio and looked over the edge. Grass, no. I would surely break my legs! I looked to the side and found the if I jumped from there, and swung hard enough, I could make it onto the porch under ours. Without even thinking I did just that, and almost didn't make it. I rolled my ankle and fell flat on my face. I was just about to get up when I heard screaming from above me. Landon was furious, and he ran out the door I left open. "KAT!" He screamed. I realized I could see through the cracks for the most part, and I froze when he looked down. I knew if I made a single noise, he would get me whether these people were home or not. He finally went back inside and I heard him talking to someone. I laid there and tried to listen but I heard nothing until they started yelling, and I could definitely hear them then. There was a woman, my age maybe. I heard her yell, "So there's another girl? How long? I bet you've been dating her less than me, huh. I thought you loved me! We've been together for six months now Landon! I don't know how you could do this to me." I almost laughed. Six months. Landon had me trapped there for more than two years. It was quiet for a while and then more yelling. This time from Landon, "No! I never loved you! I just loved what you had to offer me, okay! It was the same with her! Get back over here Stacy!" Then, "Don't touch me! What are you doing? Stop! I won't do this with you anymore, I never want to see you again!" I heard I loud bang and some rustling noises. "You're going to do whatever I want you to do, or I'll hit you again. Go get on the bed!" I heard a couple sobs and I guessed she did what he said, because then there were noises I never wanted to hear again. At least not coming from him. I got up and walked over to the sliding glass door and peered in. No one home. I pulled the door open and walked in. I guess you don't need to lock it if you're on the second floor. I closed the door and locked it this time. And there was paper on the counter. I thought it would be a good idea to leave them a note, and tell them I'm not a burglar and I didn't steal anything. I wrote down the whole story of why I would be running and what Landon did, and told them that if they hear any more noises, call the police. Then, I called the police myself. I felt bad for Stacy. I knew what she feels like. I wanted to remain anonymous, and I told them that he beat me... And that I knew he hit her too, and then raped her. They thanked me and I left, ran down the stairs, and took off down the street.
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