Forbidden

Chapter twelve

The night had been restless, I have long woken up and was looking at the pale blue ceiling my mind clouded with many thoughts. Zayn was still asleep when I peek a look at him, at least in his sleep he seems peaceful.

I start crying because I want to go home, and I'm stuck here with someone who is only using me to be more feared and powerful. I can't believe how all of his enemies fall for that, how can they believe I am in any way dangerous, that leads me to think that the reason Zayn gave me is shady and not the only one.

To tune my noises out I bite down my lip, my chest and shoulders grumbling with stifled sobs.

When I turn my head to him, I jump up slightly. His caramel eyes are open, his expression blank, letting his eyes trail over my face as he sighs at my state. A hand rose and I flinch when he touches my cheek with his knuckles, wiping my never stopping tears away in a soft manner, my lips involuntary part and shaky hot breaths leave them.

As I am watching him and he watches me, I notice a flicker of emotion in his usually vacant eyes. But just as I could read the emotion it faded away, like smoke. He clears his throat, wipes the remanding tears away and then stands up.

"Come downstairs to eat." he says calmly after he comes from out of the bathroom.

"Let me just use the bathroom." I say weakly. He nods, swiftly pivoting on his heel before he left.

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Zayn was trying to make some breakfast but wasn't that good at it, seeming uncoordinated and it looks like he is still sleepy. I stifle laughs when he curses under his breath after burning his finger.

"Shut the f.uck up." he grumbles annoyingly, like a whining child who doesn't get what he wants. The image of young Zayn is suddenly in m mind, I can't help but laugh. It felt nice to laugh like this because all I do is cry or be sad which is understanding but still it was nice.

After eyeing me for a minute as if I'm weird for laughing, he gives up and sits down on a stool, then laid his head on the kitchen island his hands hiding him.

Rolling my eyes at his behavior, I stand up, take some eggs to make an omlette and grab some orange juice too.

He still hasn't moved an inch from where he was while I twirl around to find the things I need. He could tell me but he's not bothered at all, thought I could stop and leave him there because of how frustrating he is being right now.

How does he survive being a gang leader when he's so lazy?

Rummaging through the drawers I find the plates and put the omlette on them after I was done, I had toasted some bread as well, the enticing aroma floods my nostrils, my stomach growls.

I think I startle him when I put the plate in front of him but he starts to eat without another word. I do too.

"You're coming with me tonight." he says after a while, bringing this casually up, sort of like tossing whatever he sees fit my way. He informed me but didn't care if I wanted this.

"Where?" I say sighing.

He smirks a little because of my dampened mood, "To a gathering a few dealers are having." he explains, his dull eyes on me. "As I explained yesterday, you're supposed to be some badass and I want them to fear us."

The bubbling anger in me is threatening to explode, "You're making me do this against my will. And it's not my fault- "

He groaned, face contorting to annoyance, "Don't start. I feel decent enough not to shout so shut those lips." he remarks, looking at my lips for a few moments than he should have.