Chapter Nine

Caisi’s POV

I frowned as I walked slowly to my house. After a lovely day with meeting Zayn’s friends, and him explaining why he didn’t text me, I had to go home. And, my father was in that house. I sighed, as I knew I had to sneak in. I had to climb through my window, to pretend I didn’t go anywhere today.

Even with the happiness I got when Zayn told me he would text me for sure this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. And I didn’t like it, at all, it frightened me, but then again, must things did. I grew up in a bad environment, what do you expect?

I came to the side of my house, and carefully tossed my small shoulder bag onto the roof. It wasn’t that heavy, but I didn’t want the strap getting caught on anything on my way up. That would be quite disastrous.

There was a white fence next to me that I could easily climb up, and onto. I easily did this, and stood on it, hoping to keep my balance. I’ve done this so many times, but some much could go wrong. I sprung off of the fence, as my hands gripped onto the edge of the roof. I had room to swing, so I carefully swung my legs.

I pulled myself up and into a chin up, in no time, and pushed myself forward, causing only my legs to hang off the side. I easily got me feet up, and I carefully stood up onto the slanted roof top. Of course, it wasn’t the highest roof, just a lower point where I could get into the window.

My house wasn’t that complicated. When I was standing, and steady on my feet, I leaned down, and picked up my bag. As I neared the window, which I used to hoist myself up to a higher point. I saw a shadow towards the side of it, but I paid no attention. It was probably mine, after all.

I felt my phone vibrate, through my bag, as I walked towards the window, my arms to the sides balancing myself. I sighed, as I knew I had a text, probably from Zayn, seeing as barely anyone had my number.

I placed my foot on the window sill, on the outside, and got ready to reach above me. But, I felt the window’s screen open next to my feet. I had no time to even scream. I had been caught. I braced myself for the push I was going to get, no question about it.

I should have gone through the front door, but I couldn’t back out now. I shut my eyes tight, trying to escape this reality, as I was pushed by hands that belonged to my father. I hugged my arms around me, as I had just enough time to position my bag so I wouldn’t land on my phone, hopefully.

My feet were pushed from under me, causing me to fall forward. The area right under my eye hit the small area where my feet just were. I knew there was going to be a mark. I felt myself slipping down, and falling backwards off the roof.

I couldn’t even make myself move, as I was in so much pain. I felt like my lungs were squished and onto my back because of how hard I fell forward. My legs were now completely off the roof. I managed to glance at the roof, to find my father no longer there.

I felt my body being flung backwards just because of the momentum I had from falling. I was going to land on my back, wait, no side. I had no clue. I was aiming towards my side, which I hoped not.

I imagined it would be much more painful on my side, because I would injure more. I didn’t know how to position my head so I didn’t get a concussion. I was just so confused, I didn’t know what to do. So many thoughts were running through my head.

 I relaxed as I fell through the air, probably almost at the ground. It seemed like it was taking forever to actually hit it. My eyes were shut tight, no way in hell was I opening them anytime soon. I let out a small shriek as I felt my body contact with the ground.

I hit it, half on my side, and half on my back. I swear, I heard my left arm’s bones crack. I shuddered as both of my legs were practically on fire. My head felt dizzy and the sky was spinning. I heard the front door slam, and then angry footsteps walking towards me on the grass.

I refused to open my eyes, knowing who it was. Who else? My father of course. I shrieked as his foot came into contact with my side, crushing some bones. Wow, I really couldn’t catch a break today now could I?

I couldn’t move. And no one was going to help me. I was in this myself, and I didn’t know what to do. But, I had an idea, but I couldn’t really see anything. Everything was moving, and a bit blurry. I felt like I was sinking into a darkness. But no, I wasn’t dying. That I was sure of.

Maybe fainting? Who knows?

I moved my arm that wasn’t broken and into my bag. Hopefully my phone was still working and fine. Even though that arm was fine, even moving sent a mad pain throughout my body. I almost shrieked again, but I held it in.

I grasped onto my phone, and held it by my face. I read the text message from Zayn, but slowly because I couldn’t see it that well.

To: Caisi

Heyy, babe! Busy tomorrow? DJ Maaaallliiikkkk here! Okay, okay, it’s Zayn ;)

I would have smiled if I wasn’t in so much pain. I felt a tear go down my face as I hit the reply button. Hopefully he would find me, someone would have to. I couldn’t lay on my front lawn for that long.

To: Zayn

Help me –Caisi

I typed, very slowly, as I hit send. I wanted to keep fighting the blackness that was overcoming me. But, I didn’t find any point in doing so. I wanted to just fall asleep and then wake up and find out everything was all better again.

I’ve been through worse, though, but this is the first time I actually think I am fainting in. I am having the hardest time staying awake, but my eyes were wide and alert. I just prayed Zayn would find me, even if he didn’t know my address.

He could easily ask Julie. But, I didn’t know if he actually is reading my text. He could be busy, and then I actually might die.

No, Caisi, you can’t think that way.