Michael pulled into my drive-way.
"Looks like your parents are still waiting for you," he said.
"What am I going to tell them?," I asked, "It's 1:30 am."
"Tell them the truth, that your friend is in the hospital," Michael said.
"No I can't. They'll ask why...and so on. I don't want them knowing that Niall is the school's bad-boy," I said,"And my mom highly dislikes motorcycles."
"Then tell them something else, if you want," Michael said.
"Okay. Well thanks for bringing me home," I said.
Michael jumped out of the car and ran around the front to open my door.
"Thank you," I said.
He gave me a hug.
"Don't worry to much Mary. He'll be okay," he said kissing the tip of my head.
I nodded my head.
"I know, I know," I said.
Michael cupped my face with his hands and I was looking at his eyes. He kissed my forehead.
"Goodnight Mary," he said and he let go, and got into his car.
I went to my front porch and waved good-bye, as he pulled out of my drive.
I turned to open the door and as I did...
"MARY!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??," my dad yelled. I think he was drunk....
"No where. I was...just....just at Perrie's working on a school report.....where's mom?," I asked.
"She's working a double shift at work today. SCHOOL REPORT, YOU SAY???? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! SHOW ME!," he yelled.
I ran up the stairs past him.
"MARY COME BACK HERE!," he said and followed me.
I slammed my door shut and burst into tears.
"MARY!! OPEN. THE. DOOR!," he yelled slamming his fist at my door.
I was shaking all over, but I didn't open the door.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Michael's phone number.
I was waiting for the light to turn green, two blocks already away from Mary's house, when my phone buzzed.
"Hello?," I said.
"Michael please, I'm so scared!," Mary's voice said.
"Mary, what's going on??," I said, turning the car around.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU BITCH!!!," I heard a man's voice.
"My dad.....he's drunk.....and mad.....Michael please come quickly!," she said.
"I'm already here. Which window is yours??," I asked, getting out of my car.
"The one on the left side of the house, left corner," she said.
"Open the window, baby," I told her.
Within seconds I was up there and jumping into her bedroom.
She ran quickly to me wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Shh, it's okay Mary...," I said looking around to find something rope-related.
"Mary, do you somehow have a rope-related in here?," I whispered.
"Yes, I actually do," she said letting go and walking to her closet.
"MARY, ONE LAST TIME. OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL BREAK IT!," I heard her father yell.
Mary quickly jumped out of her closet, handing me a rope.
I tied one end to the bed's leg, the only thing I could find to tie it to, and the other end around my waist.
"Mary come here," I said and she walked over to me.
I put her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
"Hold on very tightly, but not to tight, so that I can breath," I told her.
"Ok-k-kay," she said.
I put one foot out the window, and holding onto the rope I climbed down the brick wall.
There was a loud crash in Mary's room. Probably the door.
Mary hid her face in my neck.
I saw her dad at the window.
"YOU DICKHEAD COME BACK HERE WITH MY DAUGHTER!!!!!!!," he yelled, and he turned around to run down the stairs.
I quickly undid the rope from my waist and we took off to my car.
"Hurry Michael, HURRY!," Mary said, crying and shaking all over.
I put the keys in and quickly backed up. As I was turning I saw Mary's father running through the yard.
"COME BACK HERE BOTH OF YOU!!!," he yelled.
To late, I gassed off.
"You okay sweetie?," I asked, putting my hand on Mary's knee.
Man, she was shaking all over.
"I think I am....," she said.
"You want to go over to my place?," I asked.
"Can I?," she asked.
"Yes, I'm alone in my house anyway," I said. My parents were off on a business trip.
"Mary?," I asked.
"Where's your mom?," I asked.
"She's working a late shift today," Mary sighed, "Did you talk to my mom or dad, when you said that my parents called you..?"
"Your dad. He said that both your mother and he are very worried about you....," I told her.
"I guess he might of told her....," she said.
"But why'd he get drunk?," I asked.
"He does that, when he's worried. Drinks a couple of shots and then when I finally come home, he looses it and usually he give me a lesson, like beating me.......hard," she says, and lifts her shirt, where I could see some red marks.
"It only happened three or four time, usually when I come home late, but he always feels sorry the next day and promises that it will not happen again.....it hasn't happened for a long time, but today after you left me, I went inside and he was yelling at me and I could tell he was drunk and I knew what was awaiting me......and I really didn't want to live through that again," she sobbed.
"You did the right thing to call me," I said, pulling into my drive-way.
I quickly got out and ran to Mary's door and carried her bridle style to my house.
"Thank you, yet again Michael, your the best friend anyone could ask for...," she said.
"Anytime," I said.
The next day I woke up and I didn't know where I was until I felt stirring next to me.
Memories came flowing back....Niall in the hospital and my dad being drunk and angry at me.
I tried not to cry again, but I could help but let out a quiet sob, which made Michael wake up.
"Mary?," he asked turning to face me.
I looked at his eyes.....he had beautiful eyes too.
He pulled me into a hug.
"Michael do we have to go to school, I'm really not up for it....," I said.
"Yeah, Harry's not going either....I'm guessing you wanna go to the hospital," he said.
"Yea. Do...did Harry tell you anything about Niall?," I asked.
"He's still in surgery," he answered, "Mary do you love him?"
"Yes Michael I do......I know it's hard to believe but-"
Michael put his finger on my lips.
"I understand Mary. He told me a thousand times that he loves you too," he said.
"He did?," I asked.
"Yea, read this...," he said, handing me his phone.
New Messages from Niall Horan
"Michael, I love her so much! I wish she did too but I totally screwed up....she'll never forgive me.....I feel like she's the one I've been waiting for all my life, my princess....and now....I lost her....I'm better off dead." -Sent Sunday 7:30 pm
Tears filled my eyes again.