Maybe I Was Wrong About Him

Carter Hastings is best friends with Niall Horan, but happens when he betrays her and leaves her to survive on her own. Now she is running from her abusive father while trying to avoid her ex-Bestfriend. She is almost living on the streets when the one person she never expected to see again sneaks his way back into her life.... #FanficEntry

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12. Attacked

Carter's P.O.V.

   I walked into my apartment and took a deep breath. I thought to myself it won't stop here. Niall will keep on "bumping" into me and try to talk me. I didn't have a good nights rest, but when does that ever happen.

   The next day I had to work the breakfast hour, so I got up early and took a shower. I got into my work clothes and was out the door. On my way there, I heard someone wolf whistle at me. I shook it off and continued walking. I was halfway there when I felt someone grab my wrist. I screamed and turn round to see would it was.

   It was a man who look around 30 and he was built. I tried to shake my hand loose, but it wasn't working.

"You know you ignored me back there." I scoffed. I didn't really care I just wanted to get to work because if I was late one more time I would be fired.

   He noticed and next thing I knew I was pinned up on a wall in an alleyway. "Oh, you didn't let me finish my sentence. No one ignores me." I winced in pain. He laughed. "What, not so tough now are you?" I shook my head. I tried to hold in my tears, but one fell out.

"W-what do y-you want from m-me?", I said hardly being able to speak.

"I want you. You have a beautiful body and I want it all for myself.", he said with a smirk. I was disgusted. He started to drag me into the back of the alley. I yelled for help, but he cover my mouth.

   He pinned me to the wall and started kissing down my neck. He pulled off his shirt and then started with mine. I tried to fight him, but he was too strong.

   Next thing I knew, he was kissing my body up and down with me just in my bra and underwear. I yelled for help again to just be banged into the wall. I started to black out from the constant pounding on my head, but then I felt him get pulled off of me. I almost fell to the ground, but someone caught me. My vision was blurry, so I couldn't see who my hero was. All I could hear was someone calling my name. That's when I recognized the accent.

"Niall."

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