11. Now You Know
My shift ended and I walked outside. In the corner of my eye, I saw something move in the alleyway. I started walking faster.
I realized I was being followed. Finally, I got to a light that was lit up on the street. I stood under it and looked around. Until a saw a figure approach me.
I quickly without thinking ran up to the figure and slapped his face with my purse while kneeing him in the balls. He fell to the ground in and yelled in pain. Only then did I realize that it was Niall.
"OMFG! Niall! What were you doing following me!?!?"
"What were you doing walking home alone in the dark!?" He squeaked on the ground and I knelt beside him.
"I can't afford a car so I always just walk." I shrugged.
"Carter, that's not safe and you know it." He said getting up.
"Well if your ok, I'm gonna continue to walk to my apartment."
"Wait! Carter at least let me drive you so I know your safe, please!" he begged.
"Fine, but after that you leave."
"Fine." He said and we walked to his car and got in. I gave him my address and he started to drive.
"So how have you been since I left for the X-Factor?" Niall asked breaking the silence.
"Well, after you left me I decided to run away and I only had $3000, so for the first month or two I lived on the streets. Then I finally got a small apartment in the bad side of town; which I was more grateful for than anything then. Also, I decided to start going by a different name so my dad or Rachael can't find me because I know they are still looking for me. I now live paycheck to paycheck with no phone, food, or money. Although it's ok because I sometimes find money on the street for food, but I'm luckier than some people so I can't say I am not happy with my life." I smiled.
Tears glazed over my eyes as she told me her story. I couldn't help but think it was all my fault. I started to get into the neighborhood she lives in and I swear I saw people dealing drugs on almost every corner.
I can't believe she has to walk through here everyday. I thought as more tears streamed down my face. When we got to her apartment we exchanged our goodbyes and I left. I couldn't believe that she lived in this horrible neighborhood and that crummy apartment.
I need to help her, but she won't let me. She almost didn't let me drive her home. I knew that it would take awhile for her to trust me again. So, I'll just have to wait until then to help her.