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!


6. Taylor's POV

I heard Lily scream, and saw her under a blanket. A black figure stood by her. That posture, that height, that… glint of metal. 
    “Louis, I need to get out of here. Louis, help me! Help Lily! Please, please, please, please!” I whispered to Louis, pulling on his shirt so hard I almost ripped off the sleeve. 
    “Who is that?” the blonde one, Niall, asked. There was no time. Liam led me to Louis’s room, and out of the corner of my eye I saw lights go on. Liam sat me on the bed and closed the door behind him. I heard a door slam open, and there was a lot of yelling. I silently let tears roll down my face. I don’t know how he found us. Wait, the shoe trackers. How stupid am I? I can not let dad hurt Lily. I’d die for her. I mean, it should be me, right? I was the one stabbed with the knife before. I almost died. Just let me die again. 
    After about twenty minutes, the door opened, and I instantly hid under the covers.
    “It’s alright, Love. It’s me, Louis,” I heard a soft voice say.
    I peeked out from under the sheets. “Louis!” I cheered, a huge smile on my face. I jumped up and hug him. I hadn’t hugged anyone in a long time. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”
    “Ha ha, I’m alright, Love. So are the other boys.”
    “And Lily?” I asked, sick with worry.
    “Liam got her out and is cleaning her cuts. Speaking of cuts…” Louis raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to show mine. “Show me so I can help you clean them.”
    I lifted off my shirt, revealing cuts, bruises, and my worst memory, the scar. It was right under my collarbone on my left side. 
    Louis gasped and looked at me with worry. “What’s this?” he asked, tracing it gently. 
    “My Dad cut me about a year ago, after my ex broke up with me. I was crying and he said I was making his life worse and there was a glint of metal and-”
    “Shh… shh… you’re okay. You’re safe with me.” Louis pulled me into him and I cried into his shoulder. He pulled back after his shoulder was soaked, and dried my tears. “I’ll protect you. You have to stay with me and the boys from now on, okay? You’re dad is going to court and we’ll be alright.”
I nod. I felt safe with Louis. “Can we check on Lily? Can I get cleaned up a little?”
“Of course.” Louis took my hand and walked me to the loo. We walked inside and saw Lily sitting up against the wall, talking to Liam. She looked up when she spotted me. I instantly started running and I hugged her. 
“You’re okay!” I exclaimed. 
“Yeah, I am. How are you?”
“I don’t know, I’m still recovering. I had no idea what was going on.”
“How did you know it was him, Taylor?” Liam asked.
“Well, to be honest…” I showed him my scar. “He stabbed me one time, and right before he did, I saw a glint. Well, I saw the glint of the knife from the kitchen light and knew it was him,” I answered.
“Okay, Love, now your turn to clean up,” Louis said, holding the neosporin. He rubbed it on my body, with a gentle touch. It was relaxing. Soon, Louis finished, and I stood up and put my shirt back on.
“Thank you, Louis. That feels much better.” I smiled at him. Everyone stood up, and the other boys stood at the door frame. 
“So, what now?” Harry asked.

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