Chapter 49: Running Away

Karas POV
After David left, my mother tried to talk to me again. I lay there and listened to her reasoning for why she did not tell him to fuck himself. She went on and on about how it would be beneficial. I did not care. I was going to go to my father's house. After she left, I pulled out my IV, turned off the machines, and got dressed. I knew I had a matter of minutes before a nurse came to check on me. I slightly opened the door and looked both ways. It was night shift, and there were only going to be two or three nurses there since it was the night shift. That was how hospitals worked. They did not have many people at night. The patients are usually asleep. After double-checking that there were no nurses close by, I headed to the elevator and went to the first floor.
I ran into my mother. 
" Kara, get your butt back upstairs and back in bed."
" Screw you, mother."
I pushed her and walked past her. I walked out of the hospital and hailed a cab. I got into the cab.
" Where are we going, miss?"
I gave him our address and went to the house. When I arrived home, the front door was open. I walked in, and the house was empty. All the pictures were off the walls. I ran upstairs, and my room had been completely packed up and moved, so I couldn't grab any clothes. Fortunately, they did find my purse. I had the letter stating that my tuition had been paid. I grabbed my purse and called my father. He answered on the second ring.
" Hey, Dad, can I come and visit for a while?"
" Sure, baby."
" What about school?"
"I'm taking some time off."
The fact that he was asking told me that my mother had not called him. I wasn't going to let him know. I told him I was going to call the airport and book the next available flight. I was walking down the road when David's car sped past me. Damn it, I wanted to be gone and at the airport before he found me. He stopped at the end of the street and turned around. He stopped his car in front of me. He then got out of the vehicle.
" David, I do not want to talk to you."
" Kara, baby, talk to me."
I then started screaming at him, telling him that he got me into this and that I was done with his nonsense, and I was going to go live with my father. That we were over and that I never wanted to see him again. At this point, I'm sobbing. He tried to comfort me. However, I pushed him away. I did not want him to touch me. I did not want him anywhere near me. I started punching him in the chest. Over and over again. He stood there and took every hit. The whole time he was trying to hug me, but I was hitting him too hard. Finally, I was losing the strength to hit him anymore. My hands hurt from hitting him. My ribs hurt from crying and moving. My head hurt, and I started to see black dots in front of my eyes. I was going to lose consciousness. 
I felt myself falling, but David caught me before I could fall. I could feel myself being picked up. Then everything went black. The next time I woke up, I was lying in David's bed. It figures that he would take me to his house and not the hospital. I tried to get up, but my hands were tied to the bed. Great, now he's holding me hostage. I rolled my eyes and lay there. He then came into the room. 
" Kara, I will let you go after you listen to me."
" Go to hell."
He left. I was hurting and exhausted, so I drifted off. Later I woke, hands free, with him sitting at the end of the bed. 
" I thought you might be hurting."
" Here, take these."
He handed me some pain meds. I took them. I needed them. This is the first time that I actually looked at him since yesterday. He had a fat lip and a black eye. I looked down at his hands, and they were bruised, and his knuckles were bloody. He had his shirt off, and you could see bruises from where I had beaten him on his chest. Now I felt bad; he looked like he had been in a fight. I was so angry with him that I didn't even look at him. I was more concerned about running away. 
" What happened to you?"
" I fought tonight."
" Why didn't you tell me that you were fighting?"
" I wasn't scheduled to fight tonight."
" I went to tell the council that Marcus and Whitney had attacked you."
He did what? I could not believe that he had done that.
" I won the fight."
He then explained to me that Whitney and Marcus were in the hospital and that Whitney probably would be unable to fight. She had been severely injured. Marcus was also wounded. Now, what was going to happen? Did I still have to fight? I did not ask him any questions. My mother came into his room.
" I spoke to your father."
That was great. Now she is going to be mad at me. I was not in the mood to deal with her.
" I told him everything."
Now my father knew what was going on. I'm sure he would be on the first plane here to scold both of us. That was all that he did. He would ask a lot of questions. I did not want to deal with that either. My mother kissed me on the head and left the room. That was different; she did not tell me to go with her. 
" I told her that I'm in love with you."
" Kara, I want to marry you."
He got down on one knee and proposed. I was shocked—I’d just tried to leave him, and now he was asking me to marry him. I still loved him. 
" Yes, I will marry you."
He got up and kissed me. He hugged me a little too tightly and hurt my ribs. I let out a cry of pain, and he apologized. He then helped me take my shirt off and my bra. He then handed me a T-shirt of his. I put it on. I took my pants off and lay down. The pain medication was starting to kick in, and I fell asleep. When I woke up again, a tray of food was waiting for me. On the tray was a ring box. I opened it up, and there was a diamond ring in there.