Point Blank

Fear.

I keep getting the texts. Zayn keeps suggesting that I call the police but I can't. Every night, I cry into Zayn's chest and he strokes my hair. I fall asleep like that, then wake up after a few hours screaming because of vivid nightmares of "him" finding me again, but this time he would scream into my ear how worthless I was, then he'd force me to kiss him, throw me backward and raise his hand to hit me. It was the same every night. Just before he hits me, I wake up. Zayn strokes my hair again until I fall asleep and then the cycle is on constant repeat. I'm falling in love the way you learn the lyrics to a song; slowly but then completely and fluently. But he doesn't know because I can't bring myself to telling him. He's been living with me for a good 6 months now, and I've become used to his presence.

I was laying on the couch when Zayn sat down. He makes me lift my legs up and then put them back on his lap. Then he makes me sit up and he holds my hands. Normal people have butterflies, but not me. I had dragons, blowing flames around my stomach. It's all because I've fallen before and look where that got me. A mouthful of abuse every single day. He looked deep into my eyes. You can see the flecks of gold swirl with the brown the more you look at his eyes. 

"Lucie, I just- look I don't even know how to explain this. I..." He began, but trailed off.

At this point, my heart was going ten to the dozen, and fear was coursing my veins. I couldn't take it "You know you can always tell me right?" I blurted before I could stop myself. He looked at me with the most pain I've ever seen in my life. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Lucie, my parents have set up a forced marriage, but its you I love. Always has been, always will be. I promise I'm not leaving you at any point soon. Always." he murmured into my ear. I broke out in a grin. He pulled me close and kissed me. I'd never felt so much passion in my life. I tangled my hands in his hair and kissed him back. We lay together on the sofa, looking at the ceiling. Discussing our future. I snuggled further into his chest. He told me a huge piece of news and to be honest, I wasn't ready. 

"We have to run, Lucie, far away, maybe to another country, I don't know where. Wait, yes I do. I kno where we'll go. We're going to Paris, and of course Dylan is coming. That is, if you're ready?" he asked. I smiled and nodded at him, kissing him again. I feel content again. Until, there's a knock on the door. My heart stops briefly, but I go to check the door anyway. I unlock the door, expecting it to be Megan or Mollie, but it's not. It's him. He's come back to get me, like he said he would. 

"Hello, sweetheart" he grinned evilly at me.