ZAYN’S POV: I see Cher emerge from her room. The red welt on her cheek is clearly visible, which pains me. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.” The words spill out of my mouth without me telling them to. Ever since it started, I haven’t been able to control anything – the anger, the pain, the regret – anything. But yet, I still go back for more. “Please. I didn’t mean it.” There it goes again. My conscious mind isn’t working too hard, it seems. I can’t believe I’d do something as extensive as that, to someone I love as much as Cher. “Why did you do it?” she asks. “I- I don’t know. Honestly,” I reply, which is a complete lie. I didn’t want to hurt her; I’d never want to hurt her. But I know why my subconscious would stop at nothing to get her killed.
CHER’S POV: “Please tell me Zayn,” I plead. I don’t just want to know why for my sake, but for his. I need to know what’s happening to him. “I can’t tell you,” he says slowly and carefully. Then, he runs out the front door. No explanation, no warning, just the pounding of feet left echoing in my mind. I sigh, deciding not to follow him. God knows what he does when he takes off like this, which is quite often.
ZAYN’S POV: I keep running until my lungs burn and my mouth is dry. I see black spots in my vision from a lack of air; all the oxygen is knocked out of my body as my feet hit the pavement. I finally reach my favourite place and come to a halt. As a reflex, my hand flies to my phone and hits the first number on speed-dial. “Hey, Con? It happened again,” I say.
