The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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TW: Violence/ Torture/ Mentions of Sexual Assault/ Attempted Suicide.

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Zayn's POV:

"Oh come one I know you can shoot better than that." I yell to Avery as she walks up, taking a shot at the still target with each step she takes.

I watch her in amazement as her bullets hit their intended target, the sound echoing around us. I noticed she looked extra tired today, her eyes extra swollen and that could have only meant one thing.

I hate him so much I feel like I can't see straight. The idea of working for him makes me sick to my stomach and I would have gladly taken death if not for Avery.

She lost so much, had so much taken away from her and I will not be one of them.

It hurts. . .it hurts so bad to have to sit from afar and watch as that sick man has his way with her, with the world, with everything.

I stayed so I can make sure she gets out and lives the life she deserves. So she can reclaim back what is rightfully hers. Her freedom, her body, her choices.

Even beyond her physical or mental abilities, Avery is one of a kind. I watch her get torn down day in and day out yet she is always there for me. To listen to me rant about the asshole dick who fucked me over, to paint my nails black because the polish came off when I was wiping my hands free of blood from a day's work, or even to hug me when the guilt of my actions come back to torment me.

Were standing in the middle of the forest surrounding the compound and she reloads her handgun, cocking it back to place a bullet in the chamber before she shoots the empty beer cans we've just finished drinking.

"Oh shut the fuck up will you, I'm trying to concentrate." she laughs, wobbling from both the drugs and alcohol in our system, a cherry sucker held between her teeth.

The only good that has come out of joining the Satyrs was getting placed on her personal protection detail. The reasoning behind it is a little grim but we're both thankful nonetheless.

I pull out my own weapon, joining in on her laughter. Turning off the safety on my gun, I cock it and disturb her target practice by shooting down the remaining beer cans.

"Hey fuck off. Get your own targets." she turns, aiming her gun at me. She grins pulling the trigger quickly only for it to click, signifying that her clip is empty.

I pull my gun faster aiming for her head and she ducks. Avery pulls out her butterfly blade and throws it, only for it to graze my ear and stick to the tree trunk directly behind me.

We both look to the tree and then back to one another, our eyes wide.

She stares at me for a second while I bring my hand to my ear, feeling the small cut, trying to read my reaction.

I bring my gaze back to hers and she studies my expression once more before we both burst out laughing. God, we're too fucked to be doing this.

We'd smoked some weed after her piano session, alternating between taking shots of whatever alcohol we could find and pulls of the joint. . .and don't forget the empty beer cans.

I pull her blade from the tree handing it to her as she chuckles grabbing it from my hand.

"God we're stupid." Throwing my arm around her body we begin the long walk back to the main grounds of the compound, laughing about god knows what."