Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Sixty Five

POV Tiffany

The rays of hell claws their way through the blinds, and I curse Zayn for putting up those sheer curtains. I awake even more sore than the morning before.

The events of last night are nonexistent. Alcohol clearly isn't my thing.

God, what happened last night?

Zayn lays across my chest. His limbs intertwined with mine. A familiar warm tingle rises to my cheeks at our bareness. Last night must have been a very, very good one. His breath tinkles the valley between my breast. His mop of raven colored hair sticks up in all directions, as if it were..pulled and combed with fingers. Last night was indeed a goodnight.

A heavy, but warm feeling fills my bladder. Zayn's heavy arms cage my body. Slowly and with much effort put forth I wriggle my my out. Zayn's shirt from last night was thrown across the floor along with my dress and bra. Good night...

I blush at the thought of what must have happened last night then pull on his shirt and button it halfway up. It's the same black shirt from when Athena seduced Zayn while we were on heat.

I empty my bladder then flush the toilet. As I wash my hands I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My light brown skin and frizzy, black curls. Rings of love bites join my skin along with my mark.

The bites feel sore under my fingers. The reflection of light from the mirror burn scorches my eyes. I close my eyes for a second and pinch the bridge of my nose. Jesus, I'm such a lightweight.

I feel a presence behind me. Zayn probably woke up. "I'll never drink again. I swear never. I feel like hell."

He doesn't respond. "Zayn?"

I slap my hand over my mouth as my heart leaps from my chest.

forest eyes

"Hello Tiffany." A deep New York accent.

"No." I whisper gripping the sink. "You're dead Joshua. Leave me alone.

His glowering green eyes scan my body, "Fun night uh?"

"Go away, you stupid son of a bitch. Zayn killed you! Why are you here?"

"I think you should ask yourself that. Why am I here, Tiffany? After all your mate did kill me.. Tell me why am I here?"

Why is he here? The pulsing in my temple increases. The pain is almost unbearable. My nails scrapping the glass sink bowl echoing against the black walls.

"Could it be because you're a psychotic bitch?"

"Shut u-" the ghost of Joshua Capers fades away, just as I turn my head.

I turn back the mirror and he reappears over my shoulder. I really am a psychotic bitch.

"Told ya."

The light burns every inch of my skin. I'm burning in a thousand degree flame. My legs give out and I cry out. My voice is too weak to be heard. I crawl on my belly to flip off the lights.

"Y'know this reminds me of that day my dad took me to get your little sister, Chanel-"

"Don't dare you she her name on that damned tongue of yours." I try to pull myself up on a wall railing to turn the lights off, only to fail, falling again.

"You know she was beautiful little girl. Like I'm not a pedophile or anything but damn she was sexy."

"S-stop it, Joshua!" The sobs that wreck my body mangle my words.

"And her screams..god her voice. Y'know she cried for you to save her."

She cried my for me? My baby, my beautiful baby sister cried for me? Not Mother? Or Dad?