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Chapter 3: 2 weeks

It had been 2 weeks and Liam was slowly getting fed up with Bently's behavior. He had held off on Zayn's request but things were getting out of hand now.

"YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! IF YOU DID, YOU WOULD'VE HELPED ME INSTEAD OF LEAVING ME TO ROTT IN THAT MONSTERS ARMS-" Zayn had finnaly snapped. It seemed like any word that had ever come out of his mouth offended the boy.

Zayn lerched forward and grabbed Bently's arm, hard. "Ow, stop! That hurts!" Turning Bently to the side, he started landing heavy swats on the boys backside.

"OW, OW, I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY. STOP PLEASE! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE!" Bently started squirming and his fear really set in. 15 swats were given before Liam had ran in, confused and a little scared as to way there was so much screaming.

He walked up and grabbed Zayn's wrist, grabbing the other one and Zayn immediately let go. "Bently, go to your room." Zayn let out a watery sound that Liam couldn't quiet figure out what is was.

"But I-" Liam cut him off by turning slightly and looking into his eyes. "Unless you want an actual spanking today. I would do as your told. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Bently gulped and nodded, running up the stairs.

Liam turned back to Zayn and lifed his head up so that he was staring into his eyes. "That is not how we do things around here and you know it. What were you thinking, hitting him like that?"

Zayn's eyes filled with tears. "I-I-I don't know. I-" Liam shook his head and pointed at the stairs. "Go to our room and stand in corner. Go." He watched him go with a worried eye. There had to be something wrong to make him touch any kid like that. He promised himself and he was probably beating himself up.

Liam went outside with his box knife and cut a switch. He and Zayn have talked about this before. Zayn himself, said to go as hard as he felt he could go if this ever happened and honestly, he wished he had said no.

He went upstairs and saw that his soon to be husband was doing exactly what he was told. He was stripped down to his boxers, standing in the corner closest to his bed.

"Zayn." Said man jumped slightly but stayed turned to his corner. "Why did you hit him?" He asked, setting the switch down on the ground and started to roll up the sleeves to his button up work shirt.

"I didn't-" Liam interupped him. "You hit his back, Zayn Malik. He looked legitimately scared of you. We don't do things like that and you know it. If he had went to far, you should have called or sent him to his room until I had gotten here. You had hit him out of anger, Zayn." Zayn was crying by the end of Liam's little speech.

"Please don't be mad at me." He whispered, wiping at his tears. "I'm not mad at you, love. I'm worried out of my mind. You promised yourself you wouldn't do that. Look at me." Zayn turned around and looked at Liam. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Liam had tears ready to fall.

"I haven't seen you like that before, even with Louis and his rebellious attitude towards you, you couldn't touch him. What changed, hun?" Zayn bit his lip to hold in a sob, but he failed and they tumbled through him.

"I don't know. He had just mad me so mad and hurt all of the time and I snapped. I lost it and I'm so so sorry. I don't know what happened. I saw red, I'm turning into him, and I don't what to do!" Liam immidiately went to him and embraced him into a long, needed hug. He pulled Zayns chin up again and started on another ramble.

"You are not turning into him. Not even close. You made a bad mistake but it can be fixed. What your father did cannot. What your mother did connot." He got quieter even though he didn't need to. "I can call your therapist tommorrow if you're feeling you need her, okay?" Zayn nodded, head still stuck in his chest.