The Runaway Angels

This story is about these twins, Taylor, and Lily. There dad is an abuser, and they are fed up with him. They've never been in Downtown London or on the other side in five years. Melz1227, and I, Lauryn801 are very proud of this story, and we hope you like it!

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5. Lily's POV

I was so scared, that I swore I saw someone move in the room. I moved a little on the floor, and hid myself under the blanket. I felt the blanket being moved, off my body.
    “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed.
    I heard running feet, and the lights being flipped on.
    “Eh! What are you doing in our flat? Mr. Bay?” Niall asked.
    “Coming for my daughters,” dad responded.
    “How’d you know they were here?” Liam asked.
    “GPS in their shoes.”
    “They don’t want anything to do with you anymore...they’re fed up with the beatings,” the blondie said.
    “How'd you know about that?” He demanded.
    “A little bird told me,” Louis responded.
    “Well, the little birdie is about to say her last words.” 
    Dad grabbed me, and pulled out the knife, that was in my horrifying dream. He was bringing it closer and closer to my neck. He was holding me, by my caramel brown hair, with a small hint of our mum’s blonde hair. I felt the coldness of the knife, as ‘the front door was slammed wide open. Officers came running through the door. My dad dropped me on the ground, and set the knife on the coffee table. 
“Lily!” Is all I heared before I blacked out.
Liam’s POV:
All the lights were off on the first floor, except for the kitchen. I was standing in the kitchen, just incase, Lily wakes up. everyone came out of Louis’s bedroom, and into the kitchen. I was looking into the living room, when something moved. I saw a blanket go up in the air, and over Lily. I turned around, and whispered, “call the police.”
“Why?” Louis whispered back.
“Mr. Bay…”
Taylor started to freaked, and I put her in Louis room. I heard a scream, and saw that the living room lights were on. 
“Coming for my daughters,” Mr. Bay responded.
    “How’d you know they were here?” I asked.
    “GPS in their shoes.”
    “They don’t want anything to do with you anymore...they’re fed up with the beatings,” Niall said.
    “How'd you know about that?” He demanded.
    “A little bird told me,” Louis responded.
    “Well, the little birdie is about to say her last words.” 
    Mr. Bay grabbed Lily, and pulled out the knife. He was bringing it closer and closer to her neck. He was holding Lily, by her caramel brown, with a small hint of blonde hair. The front door was slammed wide open. Officers came running through the door. Mr. Bay dropped Lily on the ground, and set the knife on the coffee table. 
“Lily!” I yelled.
She was sprawled out on the ground, like she was just murdered. She was faced down, and I rolled her over. Her shirt got ripped from the knife, when she was falling. I could see all of her bruises, and her cuts. I lifted her up, and took her upstairs to my portion of the flat. I set her down on my bed, and went into the bathroom. I searched for neosporin, and band aids. I found them, and walked back out. I took off her ripped up shirt, and started applying neosporin, and the band aid's to her stomach. 

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