Breathing

Chapter 31 PT 2

Chapter 31 part two




"No please-" I started but he hung up.

My phone was tossed on to the couch as he stepped towards me. I backed away bumping into the side of the recliner. Backing until I felt the wall. Realization set in that I had no where to go.

"Where you goin babe?" His voice made my skin crawl. I hated when he called me babe.

"Please just leave. Harry will be back soon and-"

"Not soon enough" he smirked.
He grabbed me by my shoulders and slammed me into the wall. I swung my fist at him but he blocked all my attempts.

"Let me go!" I screamed as he turned me around. I was lifted from the ground. My back pressed to his front.

"This is how it all began Charlie.You had just a little more fight in you than the others"

"Somebody help me!!!" I screamed again as he tried covering my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up!" I was thrown to the ground. "You can thank your fucking boyfriend for this" His foot lifted from the ground, before I felt the force of his kick to my stomach. It knocked all the air from me. Gasping as he delivered a second and a third blow. The pain was excruciating. I just wanted to curl into a ball hoping it would stop.

"Please..stop" I cried as he lifted his foot again.

"Why did you have to fight back? This could have been over a long time ago!" What was he talking about? " Then you had to bring fucking Styles into it! Do you know how much it cost me to drug him? He should have been dead!" He used his foot to roll me on to my back.

"Why are you doing this?" I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Why?" He knelt next to me. "Because your the only one that got away babe" he smirked. He grabbed a fist full of my hair drawing his fist back. Connecting it with the side of my face. I tried to control the whimpers his hits encouraged. "I told you I would be back for you"

"Harry-" his fist made contact with my nose, slamming my head into the floor. Black spots mixing with my vision.

"Harry can't help you now." He laughed. "By the time he gets here I'll be gone. And you...well I can't say much for you" he pulled his fist back again.


"Liam please " I cried. I could taste the blood in my mouth. He dropped his hand.

"If you think this is bad you...just wait" he stood up walking out of the room. I tried sitting up. The pain in my stomach preventing me. I raised my hand to my face, running my fingers under my nose. I pulled them back. Even with my blurred vision I was able to confirm the blood I was expecting. My head felt like it was spinning. A ringing sound pierced my ears. I thought it was in my head until I realized my phone was going off. I was next to the couch so I reached up feeling for it. I hit the green answer button. Not caring who was on the other end. I just knew I needed help.

"Charlie?" I heard Harry's deep voice boom through the phone.

"Hel-help me please" I cried into the phone.

"I'm on my way! I'm coming! Baby please hold on" he sounded panicked.

"It hurts" my voice cracked. It was becoming horse from the screaming.

"I know! Please please hold on I'm coming as fast as I can. Move the fuck out of my way!" I heard him yell at what I assume was another driver.

I heard foot steps letting me know this wasn't over.

"He's coming back" I whispered into the phone.

"Charlie you have to fight. I'm coming but you have to fight him" he breathed into the phone.

"I know" I closed my eyes. I couldn't stop the tears from staining my cheeks.

"I love you! You're going to be ok I promise"

"Uh oh someone is being a bad girl" his voice was the equivalent of nails on a chalk bored at this point.

"Please.." I cried gripping the phone. He reached down ripping it from my hands. He sat it down. I'm not sure where. I was trying to stay awake. Harry said I had to fight. If I blacked out that wasn't going to happen.

"I remember the first time I saw you" he ran his hand down my cheek. Wiping my tears." You walked right past me and didn't even look at me. You were with Lo. I think you had just got out of class. I knew then that I would have you." he pushed one arm under my legs. The other under my back. Standing up he lifted me from the ground. " I figured the only way was to handle you like the others. I didn't want to drag it out. That day in the prop closet you just wouldn't stop fighting! It could of been over then but I knew someone would hear. I bumped into you on purpose the next time I saw you. You were to into your music to realize. I was going to try and ask you on a real date. But you fucking blew me off. Then Harry came into the picture." I was aware that I was being carried. Just not sure where to.

"Please let me go" I tried begging for him to stop again. I was placed on a soft surface. My bed? He stood next to it.

It had been Liam. That day in the prop closet. I was the girl that got away from the man who had been causing terror for weeks. The sound of a belt buckle filled my ears.

"No what are you doing?" I mumbled.

I felt movement on the bed. Blinking a couple of times. My vision still very spotty. He was on top of me. I pushed my hands against his chest.

"No..stop" he laughed at my weak attempt to push him off. He gripped the sides of my panties. I cursed Harry in my head for hiding my pants. He just made it that much easier for Liam. "No..NO!" I screamed as I fought to remove his hands from my body.

"Stop! Shut the fuck up!"he barked.

I brought my hands up to his face. Scratch him. Smack him. Something! I told myself.

I drug my nails down his cheeks.

"Ahhh you fucking bitch!" He sat up a large hand came down. My head snapped to the right at his new assault. "You're just making it worse" he breathed.

"No Liam please" a fresh wave of tears escaping my eyes.

"Don't beg me to stop. It's just pissing me off more" he smashed his lips against mine. My hands smacked at his face. If I could distract him long enough, Harry would make it. He must have gotten fed up with my fighting. He sat up wrapping his hands around my neck. "You stupid bitch! You just don't learn!"

His grip was so tight. I scratched and tugged at his hands.
The anger on his face was terrifying. What had I done to deserve this. He was so angry and evil. His eyes dark and hollow. I felt my reality slipping. His face became blurry. The black spots that danced in my vision, became bigger. Once little dots, but now I almost couldn't see past them.

"That's right stop fighting" my chest felt tight. I needed air. If he didn't let go I was going to pass out and possibly...die.

Was that what he wanted? Was he actually going to kill me?

Darkness.

I felt his entire body weight on me. I wasn't sure what was happening anymore. His hands were everywhere. My mind was finally shutting down. I couldn't fight him anymore. The next best thing was to block it out.

Darkness.

I heard a ripping sound. My t-shirt was being removed. His hands were back to invading my body.

Darkness.

His weight was gone. I tried willing myself to sit up.

"No baby please lay still"

"Harry?" I tried to focus in on the figure next to me.

"It's me! I'm here"

"I fought... I fought back"

Darkness.

"Charlie stay awake please!" Harry's voice was at my ear.

When did he get here? Was Liam already gone? Had he stopped him.

"Charlie please!" His voice cracked.

Was he crying? How bad was it?

"I love you please stay awake" large arms were around me. He was warm.

"Charlie? Charlie can you hear me? I love you. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you!" I felt warm liquid dripping on my face. Was I bleeding again?

Yes. I can hear you!

Darkness

Harry's POV

"Someone's being a bad girl" I heard his voice on the other line.

"Please" Charlie whispered.

"No! No! Don't you touch her!" I yelled but I don't think either of them heard me. I was driving like a bat out of hell. Traffic was some what on my side for once. I weaved between cars. Having several close calls before I was even on the right side of the city. I wasn't going to make it. He was going to hurt her before I could get there. I felt the pressure in my chest. No! I was not going to give into that shit today. Charlie needed me. It felt like eternity before I finally reached our street. A car blocked my path. I honked repeatedly but the douche bag wouldn't move.

"Fucking move!" I honked again. He finally pulled to the side. Speeding past him, I pulled into the fire lane in front of our apartment. I don't even remember getting out of the car. I swung the apartment door open. The only thing on my mind was Charlie. I checked the living room.

Nothing.

"Charlie!" I yelled. I rushed to her room. The door was cracked. I pushed it open.

Liam was standing next to the bed buckling his belt. My eyes darted to Charlie. She lay on the bed. Not moving. Her shirt ripped open. A sheet barley covering half of her motionless body. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest.

No.

"Look who made it" Liam stood only a few feet away from me. The next thing I knew I was on top of him. His head was slamming into the floor under the force of my blows. He reached up to block his face.

"What did you do to her?" I yelled.

"Whatever I wanted!" A deep laugh erupted from him.

"You sick bastard! How could you hurt her like that? I snapped. My fist connecting with his jaw again. He swung back hitting just below my left eye.

Fuck!

It was enough of a distraction that he was able to reverse our position. He swung again hitting me in my mouth.

"She deserved everything she got" He continued laughing. I blocked his next hit. He grabbed a fist full of my shirt drawing his arm back, before bringing his fist down a third time. I moved just in time causing him to punch the wood floor under me.

"Son of a bitch!" He held his had to his chest. I used the opportunity to push him off of me. Rolling on to my side trying to catch my breath. I was on top of him again in an instant.

"Is this fucking funny to you?" I delivered several more hits to his face. I couldn't stop myself. I don't think he was even fighting back anymore.

"Harry stop! The police are on their way. Help Charlie!" My fist was grabbed mid punch. My eyes snapped up. Whoever stopped me was going to get it next. My dad's face came into focus. "He's not even conscious. Help Charlie" he ordered. I looked down, my dad was right. Liam wasn't moving anymore. Good. I stood up. Moving to Charlie's side. Her eyes were slightly open.

"Charlie can you hear me?" My vision was blurred by tears now.

I brushed the hair from her face. I didn't know where or how to touch her. I didn't want to make anything worse. My hands shook, out of my control. She groaned.

"Charlie? Baby can you hear me?" I couldn't help the excitement in my voice. She was still with me.

She tried moving.

"No baby please lay still"

"Harry?" She gripped my shirt.

"It's me! I'm here"

"I fought...I fought back" her voice was a strained whisper. Barley audible. If I wasn't leaning so close to her face I would have never heard it.

"I know you did" I couldn't stand not holding her. She shivered so I pulled the sheet around her. Scooping her into my arms. She needed to be out of this room. Out of this apartment. I lifted her from the bed.

"Harry be careful" my dad's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"I know that! Don't you think I know that!" I snapped.

"Harry I'm just saying you don't know what damage he's done. You don't want to mess with evidence"

"I just need to hold her. She needs to be held. She was scared and I wasn't here to protect her." The tears flowed freely.

"This isn't your fault son"

"It is. I shouldn't have left. I should of listened to her when she said don't go over there. I provoked him." I yelled.

Why was he even here? My mind was racing. I remember getting her call. He tried to stop me from leaving. He must have followed me.
I carried her out of the room. The police were not moving fast enough for me. As I made my way to the front door the paramedics were making there way up the stairs.

"About fucking time!" I snapped.

"We can handle it from here sir" they took her from me laying her on the stretcher.

"Be carful with her please" I watched as they began to work.

"Harry" I turned to see my dad standing in the door way.

"I need to follow them." I walked past him stepping back into the apartment.

"Harry listen to me-"

"No! This is your fault to! If you would have never called. I would of been here. I could have protected her" I barked. All my energy was going into ripping him a new one.

"Listen to me!" He snapped. "I am sorry that this happen, but it only proves my point on why you need to be back in London!"

"Are you fucking serious right now?" My blood was boiling. I was trying to keep myself calm but I was about to fucking lose it."Get out!" I stepped towards him. My fist balled at my side.

"Your upset and not thinking clearly" he shook his head.

"I'm thinking almost to clearly about how you're going to be laying next to that fucker in the bedroom, if you don't GET THE FUCK OUT!"

His eyes were wide. My chest heaved up and down. I was about to explode.

"Anybody home?" My eyes shot to the front door. Finally New York's finest decided to show up.

"He's in the bedroom. He might need an ambulance as well" I snapped." My dad here can wait with you. I need to get to the hospital" I stepped past them both.

It was torture driving to the hospital How could I let this happen. This was all my fault and now Charlie was in the hospital. I needed to call her parents. Pulling out my phone I scrolled through the contacts finding her dad's number. Calling her mom would only result in lots of crying and possibly screaming. Her dad would be the level headed one I hoped. It rang a couple times before I heard movement on the other end.

"Harry? How's it going?" Her dad's voice came through the phone.

"Hey Tom um.." I couldn't find the words. I felt a lump in my throat.

"You there? Is everything ok?" His tone changed. He could tell something was wrong.

"It's Charlie...can you meet me at the hospital?" I couldn't explain everything over the phone. This was a conversation that needed to be had in person.

"Is she ok?" The panic in his voice ripping me apart.

"I-I don't know please just meet me there"

"We're on our way" the line went dead.








~Sorry it was a little late. Hope it was ok...it was a rough one. I honestly hate making Liam the bad guy but I wanted to switch up the expectations. He's always a good guy in any fanfic I've read. Anyways let me know what you think..comment...vote!! :)