As I sped up my walking, the footsteps behind me got quicker. My heartbeat sped up so quickly, I thought it might explode.
I felt a hand around my waist. I turned around to see a huge man. Maybe 6'.
"Where you rushing off to, beautiful?" He asked in a seduction voice. I pushed his hand off of me and backed away.
"Don't... touch...me!" I said scared. He raised an eyebrow. He picked me up and slammed my body into the abandoned building beside us. He held my arms above my head, hanging on to my wrist. He started kissing me. I kept moving my head in different directions so he couldn't kiss my mouth.
"Stay still bitch!" He was getting angry. I looked at him then spit in his face. He picked me up and laid me on the sidewalk. He sat on top of me and pulled out a knife. I got nervous. "Spit on me again... I dare you." He was threatening me. I struggled to get out of his grip. He lifted my tank top and rested the knifes tip on my stomach running it down to my waist. "We don't wanna ruin this beautiful body now do we?" I shake my head scared.
"What do you say I take you to my house and let you have the time of your life?" I scream at him.
"NEVER!" He slapped me. I started to cry again. He put his hand over my mouth. After a few seconds, he took it off and grabbed the knife. He slit my shirt down the middle and ripped it off the rest of the way. I cried harder and started to scream. He took the knife and cut my jeans off me and threw them behind us. I was now in my black lacy bra and panties.
Zayn's P.O.V.
I walked out of the restaurant feeling bad for that young, beautiful girl. As I walked down the sidewalk, I heard faint screaming. I walked faster listening to the screaming and crying. The faster I walked, the closer I got. Finally, I came upon a big guy sitting on that girl I saw at the restaurant. She was screaming and crying. I ran up and punched the guy in the face. He fell backwards and I punched him eight more times. After he was unconscious, I ran over to the girl and knelt beside her. She starts coughing and choking. She was cold and hyper ventilating. I took off my sweater and rapped it around her body.
"Put your arms in the sleeves baby." I told her sweetly. She did as she was told.
Adriana's P.O.V.
That gorgeous boy saved me. He gave me his sweater. I couldn't quit crying. I was so scared and cold.
"Can you walk?" He asked me very concerned.
I tried standing up but fell over. I shake my head, still crying. He tucked my hair behind my ear.
"Shhhhhh, it's okay baby. I got you." He said trying to comfort me. He picked me up and carried me down the sidewalk to a black Mercedes-Benz. I laid my head on his warm chest and cried my eyes out. He unlocked the car and set me in the passengers seat. He closed the door then ran to the other side and got in the drivers seat. He started the car and pulled away from the curb. He drove down some roads I wasn't familiar with. Finally, he stopped in front of a big, white house. He got out of the car and ran to my side, opened the door and picked me up. He carried me inside the house and carried me down the hall to a room.
He laid me on the bed and covered me up.
"Are you cold baby?" I nodded. "Do you want another blanket or do you want me to lay with you?" I didn't answer because I passed out. I was so tired.
Zayn's P.O.V.
I grabbed a blanket off the edge of the bed and walked to the couch. I took off my shoes then laid down and fell asleep right away.
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I wake up to complete silence. That must mean that girl is still sleeping. I walked down the hall to my room. I open the door and see her laying, completely still. The blankets moving up and down with her breathing. I smiled then walked out of the room. I go in the kitchen and make her and I pancakes and orange juice.
Adriana's P.O.V.
I smelt something good cooking so I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. I quickly sit up and start to panic. I quickly remembered where I was so I calmed down a little bit. I get out of bed and walk into the kitchen to see that boy standing at the stove with no shirt and a perfectly good set of abs. He turned his head and looked at me, smiling.
"Hey, are you hungry? I'm making pancakes." I nod and sit down at the kitchen table. I wanted to ask him a few question but, I was scared to. Words slipped out of my mouth without permission.
"What's your name?" I asked him. He looked at me and smiled.
"Zayn, what's yours?" I stared at the table as I spoke.
"Adriana." He nodded then brought two plates over to the table. He set one down in front of me and one across from me. He walked back over to the counter and grabbed two cups. He again set one in front of me and one across from me. He sat down.
"Will you please tell me how you got that black eye?" He really wanted to know. I looked into his eyes.
"I fell, I told you that." He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"Is that why I can see knuckle marks on your cheek bones? Oh wait, maybe the counter has a fist and when you fell, you ran into it." He laughed a fake laugh. "How stupid do you think I am Adriana?" I looked down at the table because I had tears threatening to come out of my eyes again. I stand up and run to the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I turned on the faucet and splashed water on my face. I looked in the mirror and did not like how I looked. I broke down crying.
Zayn's P.O.V.
Adriana stood up and ran to the bathroom slamming the door. I knew I upset her so, I stood up and walked to the bathroom door, I knocked.
"Adrienne... I'm sorry. I-I am just curious what happened." She swung the door open and showed her tear soaked face. She talked through tears.
"I got punched, okay? I got fucking punched!" She walked out of the bathroom and walked to the house door. She opened it and walked out. I ran out to her and grabbed her wrist pulling her in to my chest. She looked at my hand on her wrist then looked at my chest.
"Don't touch me... please." She said trying to be calm.
"Stay, please."
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Author's Note: What do you guys think about part 2: Expect the Unexpected? Do you think Adrienne should open up to Zayn? What do you guys think of Zayn? What do you think of Adrienne? Is anybody ready for Part 3?! Please comment or vote about the story so far!
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Ficção AdolescenteNineteen year old, Adriana Hallen has an abusive father and a mother that's not completely there. A boy named, Zayn starts coming into Adriana's life when he catches an older man trying to rape her. Zayn likes Adriana but Adriana hates men so Zayn h...