Escaped Criminal (Z.M.)

bad dreams

I have had this recurring dream for several nights. It won't seem to fade. As a result, I've become extremely stressed due to the lack of sleep.

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Dark, irresistible brown eyes stare at me, watching and predicting my every move.

The man pushes the jet black strands of hair resting over his forehead behind his face, keeping his eyes locked upon mine. His eyes never once leave mine.

As he merges closer, I suddenly feel his cool breath on my bare neck, sending shivers down my spine. His lips attach to mine, forcefully and hungrily. I don't want him to leave me. I just want to savour the moment.

I pull out to take a breather and look back into his eyes. His irises have darkened. They're almost as dark as the night sky itself, with the slight chocolatey colour. But that's when I realise they're filled with lust.

The corner of his mouth tugs upwards slightly, giving me the impression that he is suppressing either a smirk or an amused laugh.

"You know what I want," he purrs into my ear, his breath electrifying my body.

I watch as his hand pulls something from behind his back. My eyes bulge out of their sockets as I realise what it is. This isn't the first time he's pulled out this. It shouldn't alarm me as much, because I trust him more this time; but it does.

In front of me, Zayn held a gun.

A fully loaded gun.

"Unclothe yourself," he demands, his voice laced with authority. "Unclothe yourself or I will fucking kill you."

Even though I shouldn't risk my life, I didn't believe him. How could he kill me? How could his finger pull the trigger of the gun that he's holding? I just couldn't comprehend it.

Feeling defiant, I shake my head, pushing his body away from mine. "No," I defy him. I wasn't letting him have it. You can't just leave someone, then return like nothing had just happened.

In an instance, his arms shoot up, aiming the gun at my head. His expression is icy, almost emotionless. Like inside him was just a simple motionless, cold black heart.

"Fucking take your clothes off," he repeats more harshly through seethed teeth.

I flinch as I feel the metal of the gun directly on the skin of my forehead. His index finger was dangerously close to the trigger, but I managed to remain calm and didn't make any sudden movements.

My eyes linger at his neck, seeing his prominent veins pop out so they were very noticeable. You could tell how stressed he was. I just wanted to comfort him, but any sudden moves could cost me dearly.

I hear footsteps from behind me, snapping my head in the direction of the noise. Zayn grasps my chin, pulling my face towards him again so I missed the bystander.

I grit my teeth, trying to pull my face up and away from Zayns hands but his hold was strong. It would take a lot of effort to get him to let go.

"Mel?" A voice calls from behind me.

The bystander...

The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Who would it be? They'd have to be someone I know, because how else would they know my name? I just wanted to have at least a glimpse of who the person was, but I knew I wasn't getting that.

"Let go of her!" The person repeats, their voice getting closer to me.

In an instance, I realise exactly who it was.