My Saviour

Rebecca lives her life in fear. Why? Because her boyfriend, Damon, beats her. She is abused daily and no one knows. She can't leave him, scared of what he'll do to her if she does. Will anybody come to Rebecca's rescue? (One Direction Fan Fiction. They are not famous in this story.)

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3. 3. Going Home

"Why can't you do anything right Rebecca?!" Damon shouted, harshly grabbing my upper arm. 

"I-I didn't mean to..." I stuttered, scared out of my mind.

"Yes you did!" He said, throwing my arm away. He then punched me in the stomach. The air was knocked out of me and I bent over to cover where he had hit, breathing heavily. "You do it all on purpose!" He yelled and hit me again, knocking me to my knees. I started gasping for air. "Just go home!" He screamed and stormed up the stairs.

I knelt on the ground trying to catch my breath. His anger always seemed to spring out of nowhere, I'd never have any idea how he would react to something I'd done. I stayed there for a while until I had gathered enough strength to stand up. I was bent over, still holding my stomach. I had to wait until I could stand up straight before I could go anywhere. When I finally could, I picked up my bag. I quickly left the house and started down the street.Thankfully, I didn't live too far away. I slowly walked down the sidewalk with my head down. The tears began falling, and my vision began to blur. But I ignored it and just kept walking. Until I hit something.

"Ow!" I cried out in pain, falling on my butt and scraping my hands on the concrete.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" I looked up to see a boy I vaguely recognized getting up, though he didn't nearly look as injured as I did from the fall. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and was quite tall. He saw the mark on my cheek and the tears on my face. His eyes slightly widened as he took a step back. "Whoa. What happened to you?" He stood there staring at me for a bit, with his eyebrows scrunched together.

Then he lifted his hand. I flinched, shutting my eyes and blocking my face with my arm, waiting for the blow.

But it didn't come. I lowered my arm to see the boy standing there very confused with his hand out towards me. It took me a few embarrassing seconds, but I realized what he was doing. I awkwardly grabbed his hand, and he helped me up. I winced in pain as I was brought to my feet. 

"Thanks," I breathed. 

"What happened? Are you ok? You look like you've been beat up." He began asking.

"Oh...yea. I'm fine. Just...fell down some stairs..." I lied. 

"Fell down...some stairs... Are you sure?" He questioned as he leaned in and eyed my cheek.

"Yep." I said, unconvincingly, looking away.

"Well all right..." He said, leaning back. He gave me a suspicious look and stuck his hands in his pockets. "If you're sure." He paused. "My name's Liam by the way."

"Rebecca," I said, beginning to walk home again. He caught up to my side, walking with me. 

"So what school do you go to?" He asked, making small talk.

"Langbrooke High," I stated, taking a turn onto my street.

"I knew I recognized you!" He said.

I laughed lightly, trying not to hurt myself. We came to a stop right in front of my driveway.

"Whoa. You live here?" Liam asked, staring at my big house wide-eyed.

"Yeah..." I answered awkwardly. "Well, thank you for walking me home, Liam." I said, turning to him.

"Anytime," He smiled. "I'll see you around?" 

"Maybe," I answered, knowing how Damon felt about me hanging around other guys.

"Well alright then." He turned to leave. " Bye Rebecca," He said waving and starting down the driveway.

"Thanks, and bye Liam." I waved back.

Relieved to finally be home, I slowly climbed the front steps of my house.

 

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