A/N HIIII! This was originally on my abondoned account (guitar star) but then I decided to write it on my new (well not anymore) account! This time it will make all of your emotions come alive! On my other account it was called I've moved on, but now I've put a twist on it that no one will ever figure out until the last words of the book! Enjoy! (But you don't have to, I have no control over your emotions) P.S. This book is not that similar to I've Moved On, but It has the same idea............
I thought I was over you! I guess not because I'm back at your door begging for you to come back. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be happy? I guess I never will be.... Or at least that's what I think.......
P.S. One Direction is NOT famous in this story!


3. Help

Carter's POV

I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the light as I tried to move my body. I couldn't move it at all. I got scared. I (luckily) could turn my head so I turned my head and saw LOUIS! I missed him a lot even though I don't know how long I've been unconscious.I groaned, making Louis wake up and stare at me like I'm a rare type of pigeon. He started to cry having tears run down his face as he saw me! He ran up to me and hugged me, but I couldn't move any part of my body and I started to get frustrated and started to cry...He noticed.

"Why are you crying, boo?" He asked making me smile at his nickname for me. My smile slowly faded as I remembered why I was so upset.

"I can't move my arms or my legs! I can only turn my head. What's wrong with me?!" I sobbed as he sat next to me on the UNCOMFORTABLE hospital bed, wrapping his arms around me picking me up and placing me onto his lap.

"shh, it's alright, you're ok" He repeated until I relaxed, he continued.

"When you hit your head, it hit a nerve making it hard to move, but not impossible. You'll be able to walk, but it will take a lot of time and therapy." He says looking me straight in the eyes. I started to reply when I hear screaming down the hall.

"Where the fuck is my sister?!? I need to see her! I don't care about your dumbs rules just let me see my fucking sister!" A voice says that I swear I know, It's…..HOLY FUCKING CHEESE CRACKERS IT'S LIAM!!! OK, I know I should be happy, but I am terrified. The last time I saw him he almost killed me from starving me and stabbing me with a knife. I trace the scar down the side of my torso and start to cry. I start freaking out and start to have trouble breathing when Louis pulls me into him, placing his head in the crook of my neck. I can feel his breath on my neck and back and start to calm down knowing that here's here. I hold onto him with a death grip, hiding my face in his chest when Liam walks in.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He yells and I start to shake again. Everybody thinks that Liam is the perfect kid and role model, but what no one knows is that he abused me for the 18 years I was under his house. I start to hyperventilate when Louis tries to stand up and place me on the bed, but I don't want him to leave. 

"Carter, I'm just going to escort your brother out of this room, I will be back in a few." I nod, still shaking in fear. 

"I think you need to leave." Louis says in his hot, masculine voice. That's my boyfriend!! Louis starts to pull Liam out of the room when Liam turns and starts to yell at me.

"YOU MAY THINK IT'S FUCKING OVER, BUT IT'S NOT YOU LITTLE BITCH! I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET WHAT I WANT!!" He yells as Louis pushes him out of the room. I freeze. I can't breathe. I can't think. The last thing I see before I blackout is Louis running towards me yelling for help. Yes, help. That's what I need…..Big time...

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