Nameless // h.s. au

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five

*Hunter*

"Where were you?" My voice is a pathetic whisper as I see the ribbon of light from the hall. He stumbles over his own feet as he steps into the room. His hair is a mess and his eyes are glazed as the light from the one window shines on half his face.

My head aches as I sit up in the bed, wiping my eyes of dried tears and sleep that never came. The heart that usually beats in my chest is scattered all over the floor as the past three hours of waiting for him to come home flitter through my memory.

"Out with the boys." His shoes are kicked into the corner, his t-shirt pulled over his head and tossed away with his jeans, until he's only in his boxers and climbing into bed. The smell of cheap vodka wafting with him.

My lips are caught between my teeth at his response, willing myself not to cry

His hand is fit under my chin as he pulls my lips forcefully to his. The taste of liquor is strong on his tongue, almost nauseatingly so. His hands tug forcefully at the t-shirt covering my torso.

"Zayn." I'm tired and angry and not in the mood to have his alcohol soaked body sweating all over me at the moment.

But he doesn't stop, his hands just rip at the clothes on my body until they're tossed onto the floor.

"Zayn stop." My hands try to stop his, but his face is emotionless as he thrusts into me and all the breath has escaped from my body, "Stop."

The minimal pleasure felt in me is smothered by the smell of alcohol and the dead look on his face as his hand covers my mouth.

"Stop! Stop. Stop..." Tears cloud my vision as I stare at this man. This isn't Zayn. It's almost like if I close my eyes, it's Mark and I'm back in that house. He doesn't kiss my collar bones, he doesn't hold me by my waist, he doesn't say he loves me. But my throat is tight and my words are dead.

Lovely Hunter. Lovely Hunter. Lovely Hunter.

His hands are painful against my skin as I try to will myself to look away from him and pretend it isn't happing. Pretend I'm not being ripped apart by the person who promised to put me back together. But he just keeps pounding into me like I'm an object and my cries are merely obstacles.

And once he's spent he falls beside me, eyes closing and chest rising and falling evenly as my body shakes uncomfortably. There's an ache between my legs as the ramen I made myself for dinner instead of going out with Zayn threatens to make a second appearance.

The contents of my stomach are emptied into the toilet bowl as my naked form is shaking against the cold tiles. My pulse is pounding in my ears as I sit there. Reina went out with Ashton and Niall so there's no one home. No one but him.

You can try to escape your demons. It doesn't mean you ever will.

*

"Zayn." His name tastes like stale cigarettes on my tongue as I turn to face him. My heart is in my throat as I feel my insides slowly crumble.

"Hiya sunshine." The smile that used to make my heart beat quicken now has my stomach in uncomfortable knots and my skin crawling.

"What are you doing here?" My eyes are wide as I stare at my boy with hazel eyes and black hair who isn't my boy with hazel eyes and black hair anymore. His hair is longer, jaw more defined, and he's no longer wearing ratty old t-shirts but instead a black dress shirt which looks strange on him.