Freedom Isn't Only Physical(One Direction Fanfic)

Mary(also known as Mars Bars) was one of the girls you would consider popular. She had a normal life, better than the average person would--but when her father is murdered during a day at work, her mother becomes an empty shell. After a night the both regret, Mary leaves her house in search of a new life--and just so happens to run into five boys that change her life.
(Fanfic about One Direction... and a specific boy. Taken at a realistic pace(I hope). I don't own the cover image!)

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4. A Savior

I eased into the car, allowing myself to relax for once against the soft fabric of the car's seats. I exhaled slowly, one hand rubbing my forehead to ease my migraine.

"Thank you," I said softly to the boy--Brett--who had climbed into the car beside me.

 

 

I had been wandering around like a lost puppy, limping and looking like... well, trash, I assume. I sure felt like trash. I don't remember what happened exactly, honestly, but I do remember some things.

 

I hitched out my thumb, begging for a ride out of town. I was not a stickler for getting in the car with strangers, but I had to get away from Alexandra. There was a risk in doing this, I was well aware of the fact that Alex may drive by and demand I return with her, but it was a risk I was willing to take. So, I stood like a bum, one thumb jutted out towards the road, a pathetic expression plastered on my face. I leaned heavily on my healthy leg, unable to much weight on my other leg without collapsing. My elbows were straight, to move them meant near-death. Of course, that was a lie, but it hurt so bad--I did not want to move them without having to.

Cars continued to drive by, blowing me off like a spiderweb--without the sudden flailing. I watched, helplessly, as they cruised towards me, then past me like I was nonexistent. Perhaps I was. Maybe I had died and now I was a ghost. No, that was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Shaking my head, I began to back away from the road. What was I going to do? Was I wrong to run away? No, no, she would have killed me. Perhaps I shouldn't rub the blame off on her, her tormenting was what would have killed me.

I would have eventually claimed my own life.

Now, though, I was determined to save it.

Backing away from the road, I spun on my one heel and dragged my injured leg across the ground. Pain shot up like a firecracker, exploding at the top of my knee. I gasped, a hand instantly going to the aid of my agony. I rubbed absently at my ignited knee, stumbling down the side of the road when I heard it...

The screech of tires.

Instantly, my head snapped around to the car. I knew, I knew it was Alexandra--it had to be. No one would stop so quickly at the sight of a lonesome girl except her.

But... maybe... hopefully.

This time, luck was in my favor.

 

 

"You're welcome," he replied, starting the engine. It hissed to life and I shrank into the comfort of the plush seat, longing to fall asleep. I did not trust this boy--but I did enough to hitch a ride to the further town he would take me too.

Hopefully it was far, far away.

Turns out, it was far closer than expected. It was his house. Only, I didn't know this yet.

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