Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

22.

Chapter 22

Do you ever want to have time to sleep in, and when you finally get the chance, it's completely blown when that one part of sun is shinning directly in your face.

I try to shift, but only end up shifting right into another body. I open my eyes immediately, and noticed Zayn is still sleeping next to me.

I widen my gaze at him.

So the monster sleep's.

I can't help but stare at his vulnerability.

That plumped bottom lip, that fucking jawline, and that awful bruising on his cheek.

I brush my fingers along it and pull my hand away immediately when he stirs.

Fuck. I hold my breath as if that'll some how help the situation.

But he stays asleep.

I sigh quietly and shake my head.

I killed someone for you, you fucker.

My lips smack into a grim line as I face the ceiling, only wincing when the sun flashes in my eyes again.

I turn back to face him, only to see his brown hazel eyes staring into my own.

My heart pulls at me and I bite my lip. God his eyes are so mesmerising.

"You didn't have any more nightmares." He murmurs.

Oh great. Thanks for reminding me!

I turn away from him yet again, only causing that stupid light to shine directly in my face. I use my hand as a shield.

Zayn doesn't say anything else and I frown in confusion.

He seems different; not himself. He usually has a lot to say when I don't reply to him.

I sigh quietly and sit up to get out of bed.

I need a shower.

But I don't want him coming in and joining me on his own free will.

After relieving myself and finally realising I no longer have my period, I wash my hands and stare at my pale reflection.

Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is that man dead.

He was a random, willing to help me and I fucking shot him.

My hands fall into fists.

You fucked up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

I shake my head and turn the shower on as my conscious continues to beat me up.

Did I have the guts to shoot Zayn? I don't think I did.

My eyes are welling up again, but I sniff and brush them away as I strip from my clothes and step into the shower.

I stare up at the shower head and close my eyes as I let the water cascade on my face and down my body.

You fucked up.

Why did I do such a stupid thing?! Besides buying me cloths and shoes. What has Zayn ever done for me?! Nothing.

He's done nothing but fuck me over and humiliate me.

And I saved him. I saved my captor instead of running away from him.

I didn't have the guts to shoot him!

I didn't think Stockholm syndrome was real.

I close my eyes. No. I don't have Stockholm syndrome. I refuse to believe it's true!