Chapter 3
Rennie's P.O.V.
I was peeking around the edge of the wall, searching for Zayn. Someone yanked my arm, and I turned around.
An older man pinned me against the wall, clearly drunk. He held me by the shoulders, I could smell his vial breathe, this was not a place I wanted to be right now. I screamed with fright.
"Hello love, what's a pretty girl doing out here all alone? It's dangerous you know." He sneared.
"Get off me." I said, sounding as strong as I could, although I was shitting my pants inside. Figurativily speaking of course. I started to wriggle under his grasp, trying to escape this nightmare.
"Feisty, I like it. Hold still love, this will be more difficult if you squirm." He answered.
I was starting to panic, having a pretty good idea of what he was going to do. I did the only thing I could think of doing at that moment.
"ZAYN! HELP ME ZAYN!"
Zayn wouldn't of been my first choice, but at this moment I would actually be more than happy to see his face.
As I yelled out his name, the drunk man clamped my mouth shut forcefully, resulting in me hitting my head against the stone. I cried in pain, my head swirling from the impact of the hit. Just as the man was going to slip his foul, dirty tongue into my mouth I heard someone run around the corner.
"Get your filthy fucking hands off her."
It was Zayn, oh thank God he was here. I looked over to him, suddenly frightened at his appearance. His head was low, his eyes darker than black pits. His hands were tightly balled into fists at his sides, the knuckles white.
"Rennie, go to the car. Now." He said, his jaw clenched. I obeyed, running around the corner.
I stopped for a second, my stupid curiosity taking over. I slowly walked back to the wall, peeking my head around the corner to see what Zayn was going to do.
I was shocked! Thankful, but shocked. Zayn was hitting the life out of the drunk man.
Jab-cross to the jaw, knee in the groin, knee in the face, kick to his stomach. And repeat. I could only see Zayn's back, because he was bashing the life out of the man. I started to feel bad, if I didn't make him stop soon he will kill him.
"Zayn! Zayn! Stop, you are going to kill him!" I bravely said.
He whipped his head over to me, his eyes focusing and softening at the sight of me.
It didn't last long. "I thought I told you to go back to the car Rennie. This waste of space deserves to die. Go now, I don't want you to see." He answered. I was frozen, understanding that Zayn was going to kill him. Someone I knew. Was going to kill someone. I couldn't move.
"Rennie, go,
or I will make you."
I still couldn't move. I don't know if it was the heat of the moment or the throbbing pain in my head, but I was starting to feel nauseous. Everything was running through my head at once, I was getting dizzy.
"Rennie? Rennie, are you okay?" I heard in the distance.
"I-I-I u-um, y-yeah I-I-I'm f-fine," I tried to say stuttering. I glanced at the multiple Zayn's running towards me, something caught my back when I must of fallen.
Then it all went black.
Zayn's P.O.V.
Rennie wasn't moving, I wanted her to leave so she didn't have to see this side of me. That filthy bastard, how dare he touch her. He deserved to die.
My blood was boiling, all I wanted to do was to finish off what I started. With Rennie here, this was impossible.
Just looking at her made me calmer, she was so beautiful it was unbelievable.
"Rennie? Rennie, are you okay?" I asked. She mumbled something I couldn't hear, then she started to sway. Shit, she was going to collapse.
I ran towards her, catching her just in time before her body hit the ground. She was unconcious, what did the man do to her?! Just the thought made me angry, I had to get out of here before I killed him for sure.
I picked up Rennie, my arm hooked under her knees and my other arm supporting her back. Her head was tipped back, mouth slightly parted. God, even when she was unconcious she stll looked hot.
I ran to my car, and softly laid her down on the back seats. I got in the driver seat, put my seatbelt on and drove her to my apartment.
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She was still knocked out, I was debating on whether to change her into one of my tshirts to sleep in - because once she woke up I would no way in hell let her go home in her state. Screw it, I will change her. It's a plus for me anyway, I got to see her body. I chuckled.
I laid her on my bed and undid her studded belt. I took her shoes off, man I don't even know how the hell girls walk in something so uncomfortable and high!
I pulled her dress up, arching her back with my arm so I could get it over the amazing curve on her backside. I pulled it over her head, leaving her there in a lace black bra and frilled black knickers.
Oh my God, her body was something I had never seen before. She was skinny, and toned, but she had the perfect amount of breast. She had curves in all the right places. She was actually perfection. She looked like a goddess with her long hair fanned out on the bed.
After looking at her body for a while, I snapped out of it and went over to my wardrobe to find a tshirt for her to sleep in. I settled with a black Guns n Roses tshirt.
I slid it over her smooth body, it was hard because she was unconcious but I succeeded anyway. I lifted her and softly put in my bed, the nice warm duvet swallowing her whole.
After I cleaned my teeth, I took off my clothes and pulled up some baggy sweatpants. I slid into bed, turned the bedside light off, and snuggled under the covers. As creepy as it sounds, I loved watching Rennie sleep. She was so calm, so peaceful, so beautiful. I don't know why I like her so much. Something about her is, addictive. I slipped into unconciousness with the beautiful girl beside me being the last thought in my mind.
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