(yeah, I know, I have too many stories to update at one time, but this was a great idea I had!)
Annalyse's POV
My boyfriend, Justin, and I were walking on the sidewalk through NY one late night. I really didn't want to be with him, but I had to.
"Hey shawty, why don't we go to my place now?", Justin asked.
"No, Justin. I'm not going to go to your house after last time", I replied.
"Oh come on, shawty", he complained.
"No", I stood my ground.
He grabbed my arm and sterly said, "You will come home with me, little girl."
"Let go", I tugged, and eventually got free enought to smack him. Wrong move. He balled his fists and punched me with all his might, knocking me down on the ground. Then he kicked me and shouted, "GET UP!"
I wimpered in pain, and when I looked up, something odd was going on. A boy who looked like he'd never seen the sun, was beating Justin up and sending him running.
"You ok?", he asked, helping me up politely.
"Yes, thanks to you", I thanked, standing on both feet before wincing.
"Woa, is your leg ok?", he asked.
"No, it hurts", I wimpered. Before I knew it, he was carrying me in his arms like I weighed as much as a feather. No way that was easy for him!
"We'll get you to a doctor", he assured.
"Thank you so much ... but if they find out this came from Justin ... it's not going to a be a pretty picture", I told him.
"Why not?", he asked.
"He just has ways of making me look like a lunatic and like he is innocent. I spent three months on trial against him, and lost. He's dad is the most highly respected lawyer in all of NYC", I explained.
"Why are you going out with him then?", he asked.
"If I didn't, he'd kill me", I replied.
"No need to worry about him anymore, you've got me", he assured.
"Who are you anyhow?", I asked.
"Call me Nicolas or Nick", he said.
"I'll call you Nicolas, then. Nick sounds so ... unprofessional", I told him.
He smiled and told me that was cool with him. We decided the doctor wasn't the best place for me to go, and went to his house. It seemed like we ran a supersonic speed, but I fell asleep on the way a few times.
When we got there, it began to rain, even though the forcaster predicted very little chance of rain. I wondered where we were. He took me in the door of a nice, large home around plenty of wilderness. My first thought, he's going to kill me out here.
"Everybody, I need to see you", he called upstairs from the living room, which was a nice place. A large piano, a glass coffee table next to an expensive looking couch. He had to have been rich. Suddenly, about 8 or more people filed into the room.
"Who is this?", the taller, blondish haired one asked. I could tell immediately he was the father.
Nicolas put me down on the couch and began to talk.
"I don't know her name, but her so called 'boyfriend' has been abusive, Carlisle, could you make sure she's ok?", Nicolas asked.
"I will", the man named Carlisle replied.
The man examined me. The blonde girl, who was remarkabley beautiful, scowled at me and left. I supposed she was bored. The boy next to her followed. I noticed a girl in the room with short hair and a cutsy smile on her face. I supposed she was the colorful type. A weird boy stood next to her, he had an odd look on his face like he'd just farted and didn't want anyone to know. I turned my attention to boy on the other side of her. He was standing defensively next to his mate, which I supposed he feared I'd hurt her. And then there was the motherly figure. I could tell this from her warm smile towards me and her pleasant vibe. She seemed very nice.
"You seem ok. Just a little bit of a sprained ankle. I'd say staying off of it while would help", he suggested.
"Thank you, sir", I thanked.
He nodded and stood next to whom I thought the mother figure.
"What is your name?", Nicolas asked, and I suddenly noticed him sitting on the couch next to me.
"Annalyse", the boy defending the little girl in the corner answered for me.
"Um ... well ... yeah. How'd you know?", I asked.
He pointed to my bracelet that said my name on it.
"Oh", I felt really stupid.
"Do you need a place to sleep tonight, honey?", the motherly woman asked.
"Um ... that would be nice. If I go back to my dorm, there's a large chance he'll be waiting for me", I told them.
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