Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Chapter 2

~Lydia's P.O.V~

I nod my head slowly. Even though I am afraid of what he might say next, I know I can't say No to him. His smirk gets wider by my response. He knows I am scared of him, of course, and he's taking it as an opportunity to boss around. He clears his throat before standing in front of me. He is quite tall, so I have to lift my head up up to see him properly.

"Rule number one - give me your phone. And no questions." He holds out his hand, waiting for me to give him what he asked for. I look at him hesitantly before getting my phone and handing it to him. He looks at it for a moment, then smashes it against the floor. I wince and look at the small pieces of the thing that cost me my salary with wide eyes. He then speaks up again, "You're not allowed to have a phone. You will go to your your College and then to the Company without a phone. You can't use one from your friends or anything as such. Understood?" I become more anxious. How does he know about College and my job at the Company? I can't stop myself from saying my thoughts out loud. Once he hears me asking my question, he scowls at me, "Stupid little girl . . . You think I choose a house and then stay there? How stupid of you . . ." He scoffed, "I have to do my researches about the house's owner." I look down at my lap and fiddle with my fingers. He had done some researches about me. 

What does he know?

"Rule number two: You're not allowed to go out with your friends or boyfriend. No dates, no trips or beach or a day-out or whatever shit you do with your friends. You go to college, then straight back here. I don't want you to go and communicate with people. Stay away from everyone and avoid them and their questions. If I hear that you've been sneaking out, and spending a lot of time with friends behind my back, I will resort to severe punishments."

I'm listening carefully. He has a glare on his face as he talks. I haven't done anything yet and he's mad already. I wonder what he'd do if I actually disobey him. I don't want to think of the very bad side of him. I know I don't want to see it. And I know that one day I will have to face it, because one can't simply run away from something forever. I'm going to do all my best to try and live the life that I want, regarding the fact that somehow I'm being controlled. I have to wait and see how things will turn out.

"I don't remember mentioning it, but I thought people knew that they had to fücking pay attention when a human being is talking to them." He raises his voice, making me revert to what's happening at that moment, "I think you don't belong to people after all . . ." He glares at me, and I feel his stares burning holes through me.

"I'm sorry." I mutter. What have I done? How could I have been that stupid? He was using some harsh words. He was hurting me by just talking. What more can he do? I want him to stop. I can't take any more of the situation. I'm a normal person, is he expecting me to adapt all of this that fast? He broke into my house!

"You better keep paying attention. You don't want to be caught distracted by your silly thoughts and the questions wandering in your head." His face is making as uncomfortable as one can get. He is right. If I want to stay alive, I should focus on the cited rules. I nod my head slowly. He resumes what he is doing.

"Rule number three: If I ask you to do something for me, you do it. No objections and no hesitation. You're obliged and forced to do it. No matter what it is or how dangerous it is. You. Will. Do it."

He will ask me to do things? What would they be? What if I failed? I will be punished . . . And 'no matter how dangerous they are'? That means I will have difficulties in doing them. I was never the kind of person to take the hard way. Always using the easiest one. What if what he asks me to do is something that would ruin my future. What if I get caught?