Chapter 1: Now or Never

Carly's POV

It was now or never. I thought to myself. I had to leave, and I had to do it now. I couldn't stay here anymore. It wasn't safe here anymore. Well, it really was never safe here at all for me. I had chosen to endure the pain, I had thought and believed with all my heart that I deserved every bit of pain that my parents had ever inflicted upon me. I still believed it, but I couldn't stay here any longer. I just can't stay here anymore. I thought to myself as I looked at that pink positive plus sign on the stick that was in my hand. I now had someone else to think about. I had someone else that was entirely dependent me. This baby needed me, this baby needed me alive. If I stayed here any longer there was a good chance that I would end up dead, and my unborn baby would end up dead too. I wasn't going to let that happen. I already loved this baby so much; even though I just found I was carrying him or her this morning.

My eyes automatically filled up with tears as I thought about the father that my baby would never know. Tyler was the only person that had ever loved me in my life. We had known each other since we were very little. We played together, we went to school together, and we basically did everything together. Over the years I began to fall in love with him. Then one day he told me that he was in love with me.

I used to sneak out several times a week to see him because my parents would have never approved of my relationship with him. My parents never wanted me to have any kind or relationship with anybody; they didn't even want me to have friends. They wanted to have complete control over me and everything that I did. Every time that I did something wrong I would get a beating. I was slapped, kicked, punched, pulled, and hurt me in unimaginable ways. They still do so. It doesn't matter what the offense is. It could be that dinner wasn't warm enough, I didn't hear a question that they asked, or I didn't finish my chores fast enough. At least my dad never raped me, or sexually assaulted me in anyway.

Tyler knew about the abuse, and he had urged me to tell someone, or to go the police. But I never listened.

I started crying as I thought of Tyler again. It all happened so fast. We were on our way to the movies together when a car crashed into us. Some idiot ran a red light and crashed into his side of the car. He was unconscious but somehow he was still breathing by the time the ambulance had arrived for the both of us. He was barely clinging onto life by the time that we had arrived at the hospital. I was crying, not in pain, but because I knew I was about to lose the love of my life. The only person that I truly cared about, the only person that truly cared about and loved me. He was about to be ripped away from me for good and there was nothing that I could do about that.

I remember way to clearly what happened next. Dr. Brown, our town's most respected and well known doctor, came out and wheeled Tyler away and I never saw Tyler again.

Dr. Brown was the best, most brilliant doctor there was. He could easily live just about anywhere, work in the best hospitals and make ten times the salary he makes here. That's just my guessing anyways. He was a brilliant, kind hearted man. He had extremely pale skin that was as cold as ice, and as hard as stone. His strange golden eyes only added to the weirdness about him. He was hotter than a male model. I hadn't seen him since Tyler's death. He had to move away very suddenly. It was weird, way to weird. Especially since Tyler's body mysteriously disappeared from the hospital. That was hard for me to. Tyler never got a proper funeral or burial, and I wanted that closure, his parents wanted that closure as well. Oh his parents, they were beyond angry right now and they are suing the hell out of the hospital for losing his body.

For the last month I didn't know what to do or think anymore. I felt like I didn't have a reason to live anymore. That was until I took that pregnancy test. Suddenly I was filled with hope and a higher purpose. I may not have had Tyler anymore, but I had our baby. I was going to live for this baby. This is why I had to leave now. It had to be now. My parents were gone for the week and they left me behind. This happens every month. Every month my parents will leave for a week and go on some sort of vacation and leave me behind; usually I was left with very little food, water, and money.

They had left this morning after hurting me again, with a knife. I was left with two wounds. One was on my upper right arm, and the other one was on the right side of my stomach. The wounds were pretty deep, but there no different than wounds that I've had before. I always treated them myself. I never dared to go to a hospital because my parents had threatened me. Right now the pain was very intense. Usually I took some very strong pain killers, but that's not an option for me right now because of my pregnancy.

I quickly packed some bags. I also took all of the money and jewelry that my parents had so carelessly left behind. I packed all of the items that my parents never knew I owned. Mostly it was stuff that Tyler had given me.

Every step I took was a painful one. The wounds had no mercy on me. I came up with a plan. I would take the train and get as far away from this town as I could. Then I would get medical attention before I bled through the bandages and bled to death. I would just go to a hospital around here but I was to afraid that my I would be kept there long enough for my parents to come back and find out.

Somehow I managed to not look like I was in pain. The cuts were nicely covered by layers of clothes so nobody would suspect a thing.

I paid for my train ticket and quickly boarded and took a seat where there were no other passengers nearby. I preferred to be alone. I think it had something to do with how I was raised.

The pain started to intensify. To try to distract myself from the pain I took out the iPad that Tyler had given me and I started watching Frozen; my favorite Disney movie. I was just getting to the part where Elsa sings 'Let It Go' as she is building her ice castle, my favorite part in the whole movie, when suddenly the door opened. A blond man with extremely pale skin and gold eyes entered. He reminded me of Dr. Brown just by the way he looked. He suddenly covered his mouth and nose as if he smelled something bad. He regained composure quickly though. He turned around and spotted me. He made his way over to me and sat down right next to me. I quickly moved one seat over. I wasn't comfortable sitting next to this guy for some strange reason. He looked at me with concern written all over his face. He then covered his nose again. He looked like he was the one in pain, like he was fighting some sort of internal battle. I decided to just ignore him and continue watching my movie.

I nearly jumped out of my seat when I felt an icy cold finger tap me on the shoulder. "Are you okay?" the strange man asked.

"I'm fine" I lied. He didn't seem convinced at all.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes I'm sure" I lied. The truth was the pain was starting to get even worse if possible. I could feel the bandages were no longer holding up very well. This only meant that these wounds were worse than the previous ones that I've had before. I was also starting to get dizzy.

"You're bleeding" the man said as if he could read my mind.

How did he know that? I checked myself. There was no visible sign of injury since I was under several layers of clothing. So it made no sense at all how he could know that I was injured.

"No I'm not" I said. I didn't want him or anyone else on the train to know that. I didn't want to freak anyone out.

He got even closer to me and I moved away.

"Let me help you" he said. His eyes were filled with compassion. I could tell that he really was concerned about me.

"Nnoo" I stuttered out. I was too stubborn for my own good. Maybe I was too stupid for my own good.

The dizziness I felt was extremely bad now and I feared that I would pass out soon if I didn't get to a hospital soon.

I was on the verge of blacking out when I heard the train stop. I ran out the door as fast as I could with my bags. I ran as far as I could before the dizziness became too much for me. My knees went weak and buckled underneath my weight.

The last thing I remember is that blond guy from the train catching me with his ice cold arms.

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