Runaway

Scarlet's mother died two years ago and left her with an abusive father. Her best friend, Niall, has been there for her through anything. When she want's to runaway from her father, should she leave? Leaving Niall behind? Or will she stay and continue to be abused? (Bad at explanations, story will be much better)

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3. Chapter 3

Scarlet's POV

"Scarlet!" Niall enthusiastically said as he pulled me in for one of his bear hugs. I squirmed slightly but attempted to hide it as I didn't want to concern my best friend. Then again, who was I kidding? He's my best friend. Of course, he's going to now, just like he's known every time for the last two years.

"He hurt you, again." Niall commented as he looked me up and down. His hands had formed fists and I could see the anger bubbling within his blood. "Why won't you let me teach him a lesson? I promise you he wouldn't hurt you again!" He exclaimed, trying to contain my anger so as not to scare me. 

"No, Niall, you know that's not an option. He'll either never let me see you again or would end up killing you." I whispered to him, as I didn't plan on alerting his parents.

"Come in, I want to you to show me."

"No, you don't need to-"

"At least show me what this monster's done to you."

"Fine." I gave in sooner rather than later.

As I entered the house, Niall walked a mere foot behind me as if protecting me from any obstacles that could come my way on the way to the living room. He was very protective of me. Each and every time that my Dad may have laid a finger on me, I had to calm him down and try and avoid the conclusion of him finally confronting him. I was dreading that day however, I don't  think it'll come.

He patted the seat beside him slightly, obviously signalling for me to sit. I obeyed his commands and calmly turned to face him in the chair. 

"Niall, I just don't think-"

"Scarlet, please, just let me look after you." He whispered, making me feel safer by the second.

I gradually lifted my shirt to reveal a horrific stream of bruises on my stomach which appeared worse than I'd expected. Niall's eyes widened in response causing me to pull my shirt down in hurry, not wanting to alert him any further about my father. His soft hands reached out and laid on top of mine reassuringly as I looked up to face him. 

I really didn't deserve a friend like Niall. So understanding and sympathetic. I could always rely on him and he was my rock. My stronghold. 

"I think that's enough for you for one day, you got anything for the bruises ? Like cream or something?" Niall questioned, sounding concerned. A very unattractive snort descended from my mouth among this comment.

"Cream? For bruises? Niall, what are you on?" I managed to say between laughs. 

"Well, I don't know, there probably is such a thing!" He commented with a smile also. "Do you want to watch a movie?" He finally asked after the laughter had calmed down a bit. 

"Yeah, sure, something funny though"

"Yeah, how about the inbetweeners movie?" Niall eagerly asked, he really did love that film and looked cute getting excited over it, how could I say no?

"Go ahead, put it on." I agreed before throwing a pillow at him for no particular reason. 

Throughout the film, I searched every section of my brain looking desperately for an answer to my problem. What was I to do? Most people would say to just get on with it, but I can't. I've attempted to do that for the last 2 years and as a result of that, the abuse has got worse. My fathers alcohol habits has become a daily occurrence which is bad for his health... And mine I suppose.... 

Niall has suggested to me in the past to move in with him but  I couldn't do that. I feel like I invade his and his parents personal space enough. They'd get absolutely sick of the sight of me if I moved in with them. Also, my father would never let me. So that takes me back to square one, what am I going to do?

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