Take me home

Mariah was a normal 17 year old girl. Her mom died when she was 15 so she learned to rely on her dad. But one day she wakes up and he's gone. With no where to go Mariah makes the bold choice to move in with her boyfriend. But she soon finds he's not the man she made him out to be. On the run from his abuse she finds herself in the hands of a man everyone has told her to stay away from.

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I grabbed the last box from the car and brought it inside. Jake's house was huge. Nothing like when I lived with my dad. This place had to many rooms to count. My dads just had 2. My room and Jaxson's room. Dad slept on the coach. Even after Jax moved out. He said mom would have wanted it that way. I felt two arms slither around my waist. "Whatcha thinking bout." Jake whispered in my ear. "My dad." I confessed. "Well stop it. Any man who just leaves you is not worth your thoughts." I let a tear slip as I remembered waking up that dreadfull day.

 

 

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(Flashback)

 

"White lips pal face. Breathing in the snow flakes. Burnt thumbs this is how it taste." I opened up my eyes and grabbed my phone. Tears rolled down my face. Today was the 2 year aniversery of my mom's death. I was listening to this song when dad broke me the news. It all just fit together. So this became my song for her. I know I had school but i just couldn't go today. It would be to hard. I cant imagine how dad's taking this.

 

I run downstairs not even bothering to change from my pajamas. "Daddy." I called. I looked over at the coach where he slept. His blankets were gone. "Dad." I yelled again. I ran over to the kitchen but he wasn't in there. Where could he be. I cheek the bathroom but still no sign. I run to Jaxson's room and theres a note taped to the door.

 

Dear Mariah.

 

I don't love you. I stayed with you thinking it would make your mom happy. But now I realize I was wrong.

 

-Ed

 

That was it. He just stopped caring? What did I do wrong. I slid down the door frame clinging to the letter. How could he do this. He was my dad. I loved him so much. Why would he do this. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a bang at the door. I walked down stairs wiping the tears from my face. Maybe it was just a sick joke. I opened the door slowly. "Hey babe I thought I... Whats wrong?" Jake let himself in slipping past me. "Its... Its my dad." I sobbed.

 

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"Thank you Jake. For everything u have done for me. I love you." I whispered. "Aww." Jake turned me around to face him. "Why are you crying?" He looked angry now. "I just. I just miss him." Jake let go of me and stomped off to the kitchen. Was he really mad at me? I ran in after him wiping the tears away. "Your not seriously mad at me are you?" I asked annoyed. "Damn straight I am." He yelled back. "WHY ARE YOU MAD. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING REASON." Jake ignored me and walked over to the fridge. "WOW JAKE. THATS RIGHT BE MAD AT ME FOR NO REASON. WHAT A GREAT BOYFRIEND YOU ARE." He slammed the door shut shattering bottles inside. "I'M THE BEST GOD DAMN THING YOU HAVE EVER HAD. YOUR OWN DAD DOESNT EVEN GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU. HE WOULD HAVE TRADED YOU FOR A FUCKING NICKLE. AND YET YOU WANT TO SIT THERE AND CRY ABOUT IT. NO IM NOT GOING TO FUCKNG FEEL SORRY FOR YOU. YOUR FUCKING IGNORANT FOR EVEN CRYING." Jake had never yelled at me before. A tear fell down my cheek. But I was not going to give up that easy.

 

 

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND JAKE. YOU DIDNT HAVE PARENTS BECAUSE THEY DROPPED YOU OFF AT YOUR AUNTS DOOR STEP AND NEVER CAME BACK." Jake looked stunned. Then his eyes went dark as he ran up to me. He grabbed my wrist and pinned them to the wall. "DONT YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS LIKE THAT. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT." He threw me to the ground and walked away. "Fuck you." was the only thing that came out of my mouth. His hands balled into a fist and his knuckles turned Wight as he turned around slowly and whispered. "What did you say?" I didn't respond I didn't want to get hurt. I had never seen him this angry. "Huh." He ran over to me and picked me up by the neck slamming me into the wall. "Huh Mariah. What did you say. Come on Mariah say it again." He slammed me into the wall again before letting go.

 

My limp body fell to the floor. "That's what I thought." He started to walk away. And I couldn't help it. I let out a little laugh. This was like a scene from a movie. Then my prince charming would show up and save the day then we would ride off in the sunset on a white hoarse and live happily ever after. To bad Happily ever after doesn't exist. He turned back around and squatted next to me. "What's so funny." He asked. His words full of fire. I didn't answer. He stood up and quickly kicked me in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of me and all I could do was gasp for air. "Go take a shower. Your disgusting." I stood to my feet slowly before hobbling up the stairs.

 

I cant stay here with him. He doesn't love me. If he loved me he wouldn't treat me like this. And because of him. I don't have friends. All of them hate me. I have no place to go but I don't care. Id rather be homeless and sleeping on a bench then spend one more night in this dreadful place. I turned the shower on and thought, ' Now is as good a time as ever.' I closed the door slowly before tiptoeing down stairs. I looked around the corner and Jake was on the phone. I saw my chance and took it. I ran past the hall and to the front door. I heard a slam. I looked back and Jake was running after me. SHIT. I ran out the front door and into the street. I tried to take as many back roads as possible but he was gaining on me in his car.

 

I took a turn down an ally and found myself at a dead end. Just my luck. I turned to run back the other way but Jakes car pulled in blocking my exit. Great now what. Jake stepped out of the car. "Get in the car Mariah." His words came out smooth. But he was angry. I could read him like a book. "No." I stated. He frowned at my response. "GET IN THE FUCKING CAR MARIAH."  I stepped backwards trying to get as far away as possible but my back quickly hit the wall. I'm dead. I'M SO DEAD.

 

An evil smile spread across his face sending shivers down my back. He was a few feet away when I felt a hand go around my arm pulling me into a dark room. The door slammed shut leaving Jake banging on the door. "Mariah get your ass out here. I mean it. I will fucking kill you. MARIAH." I was pulled back outside in the front of a building. I tried to look at my savior but he was to busy dragging me into his car.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked scared. "Get in." He opened the door and pushed me in before speeding away. "Where are you taking me." I looked over at my 'savior' but couldn't see him. Who was he? Did I know him? "Are you going to answer me?" Still no answer. "Hello?" He came to a complete stop at the side of the road. He looked at me darkly. His face was lit up by a car light speeding by. His dark hair, those brown eyes, the scar at the top of his head. He was the guy everyone warned me about. "Your Z-Zayn." A grin spread across his face as I stumbled over my own words. He licked his bottom lip sending shivers up my back.

 

"Do I make you nervous." His eyes scanned my body. "No." I lied. His hand settled on my knee and started to travel up my thigh. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "How bout now." I looked away unable to look at him. I felt his warm breath tickle my neck and I waited for the worst. I felt myself shot backwards as he sped off again. He was going almost 80 in less then a few seconds. He switched from 3rd to 4th gear before making a sharp turn sending me flying into his lap. And this kids is why they tell you to where a seat belt.

 

He looked down at me smiling. "I didn't take you to be that kind of girl." I pushed off of him just as we came to a stop. I smacked my head on the steering wheel and fell back down to his lap. "Shit." I whispered. "O she talk's." He smiled down at me. his grin sent shivers down my back. He must have felt them because he chuckled.

 

"Come on doll face were here." I stepped out of the car unsure. He grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers. He pulled me into what looked to be his living room. "Sit" He instructed. "I'm fine with standing." I said crossing my arms. "I don't bite.... Much." He walked out of the room leaving me alone.

 

A blonde haired boy came in the room holding a drink. When his eyes met mine a evil grin spread across his face. I walked backwards but bumped into the coach sending me backwards. I landed on one of the cushions. The guy chuckled a little still staring at me. He walked towards me until he was practically sitting on me. He ran his thumb down my cheek sending chills up my back. That evil grin returned to his face making all my nerves stand on end.

 

"What's your name sweet heart." He whispered in my ear. He started to leave love bites down my neck. "Its na-none of your bui-isness." I felt him grin into my neck. "Doesn't matter. I would have forgot it by the time I was done with you anyways." His lips met mine as he pushed me down on the coach. "Get off." I yelled trough his lips. I put my hand to his chest trying to push him away. His hand traveled down to my pants and he started to undo my button. "Get off!" I yelled again. He stuck his tong deep into my throat. I bit down as hard as I could and tried to get away. He yelled in agony. "Ouch you fucking bitch." He slapped me really hard. He started to bring my shirt up again but he was dragged off of me.

 

I sat up to see Zayn on top of the blonde haired boy punching him over and over again. "Zayn." I grabbed his fist stopping him. He looked at my small hands around his big one. His eyes quickly went back to the guy. "If I ever see you around here again. I swear to god Trent. When I'm done with you the cops wont be able to identify your body." He let go of the guy...Trent. And stood up. Trent quickly left leaving Zayn and I alone again.

 

"Thank you." I whispered letting a tear slip down my cheek. He came over and... Hugged me? "I'm sorry I left you alone. I should have known better." I tore away from the hug unsure of what to do now. "If you want you can sleep in my room tonight." He looked at me grinning "Who said I was staying." I asked my confidence all of a sudden deciding to show up. He raised his eyebrow. "The doors right there." He pointed to the door. I started to walk to it and he followed. I reached for the door knob. I didn't have anywhere to go. I hoped he would give in first but he showed no sign. I turned around and threw my hands in the air. A grin spread across his face as he said. "The rooms upstairs. Last one on the right."

 

I opened the door and sat on the edge of the bed. I cant believe I'm about to go to bed in Zayn Malik's room. My brother would be so mad. I wish he was here. Then this wouldn't of happened. I grabbed out my phone and dialed his number. "Hello." A girl asked. "Hi. I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number." I said embarrassed. "Who is it babe." I heard a man ask. "Wrong number babe go back to bed." "Hello Mariah. Is that you." I heard my brother on the other end. "Jax? Ya its me. Who was that." "Erm... My friend... Why are you calling so late. Is something wrong." "No no of course not. I was just missing you." I lied. "O well. I was actually sleeping before so I think im gonna go back bed then. It was nice hearing from you. Don't be a stranger." "You to." I hung up just as Zayn walked in.

 

"Who was that." He asked leaning against the door frame. "No one." I said looking down. "Here" He handed me a pair of sweet pants and a baggy shirt. "Um thanks. Where's the bathroom." He pointed to a room down the hall. I put them on and when I walked back in the room Zayn was laying in his bed. "Erm... Do you want me to sleep on the coach?" He looked at me surprised. "No I said you can sleep in my bed." "Where are you going to sleep." I asked confused. "Right here of course." He flashed his smile at me. "Ok." I went and lifted the covers up to get in.

 

O god. Zayn only had his boxers on. I looked at his perfect abs not realizing I was staring. "Take a picture doll. It'll last longer." He winked at me. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I climbed into the bed and automatically Zayn's hands wiggled around my waist. He started to kiss down my back. "Zayn stop. I'm not going to be one of your one night stand. And if your not ok with that. I can leave." Zayn groaned letting go of me. It was silent until there was a flash. What was that. And then a boom. I jumped into Zayn's arms. "Calm down doll its just lightening." He whispered in my ear. Ever since I was little  I hated it. Another flash and boom and I was holding on to Zayn for dear life. I could feel him grinning into my neck.

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