Unbroken: A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty Nine

Zayn's P.O.V

I froze where I stood looking at what used to be my fiancé. She was now a bloody, bruised, broken mess. Of course I still loved her with all my heart, but it was for that reason that it hurt me so much seeing her like this. My eyes darted from her to two children that were also in the room looking at me with such horror and terror in their eyes.

"Zayn.." she breathed out in a cough breaking me from my boughs and back to her. I could see the pain in her eyes but still through it all she pulled a small smile onto her face.

I closed my eyes but there was no stopping the anger I had built inside of me. I knew I wasn't going to change my features any time soon and I wasn't going to wait to calm down to get her out.

Walking past the two scared children I made my way over to her tearing the chain around her waist into nothing but a million links. Grabbing the chain around her ankles in my fist it crumpled underneath my fingers, looking up at the one around her wrists I felt my heart break. Her skin was torn, the chains were dug into her wrists, and dried blood covered her arms.

"Hold on." I whispered softly attempting to sound calmer than I was. She wrapped her legs weakly around my waist and whimpered when I held onto the chains. Holding the chain between my thumb and index finger I slowly pulled it away from her skin causing fresh blood to start dripping down her arms again. I didn't even care at this point, I just wanted her in my arms and out of this place. Once I finally managed to dig the chain out of her wrists I snapped them quickly and tossed them to the floor. I crossed my arms quickly behind her back catching her when she dropped. She gasped when her arms came down at her sides for the first time in about four days. She was lighter, only four days and she was already noticeably skinnier. Her body was covered in old and fresh cuts, bruises that had do much force behind them they were practically black, her blood coated her arms and had gotten into parts of her hair matting it in certain places. Her lip was cut, she had a dark bruise on her cheek with gashes around it, she was pale, cold to the touch even compared to me.

She looked dead.

"You found me." she smiled lightly wincing at the cut on her lip opening again.

"Of course I found you baby girl." I frowned pulling her closely to me careful to be gentle with her.

She buried her face into the crook of my neck and I felt the fabric of my collar getting wetter.

"Don't cry babe." I whispered turning my head placing a small kiss to her temple.

A sob escaped her mouth and her grip tightened around me, not by much but she was trying.

"I was scared." she cried against my neck breaking my heart to the point where it was nothing but ash. I sighed closing my eyes slowly feeling the anger die down. My fangs were still there but definitely not as long as they had been when I first got here, my eyes managed to clear out though.

"I know baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I pulled her back gently looking over her face trying to catch any emotion but got nothing but hurt.

"It's not your fault." she sniffed quickly before shooting a small smile. A small smile that made you want to burn this entire warehouse and everyone in it to the ground for doing this to her. Of all people, her.

"Lets just get you out of here." I spoke quickly setting her down softly before turning and poking my head out in the hallway looking around listening for anyone.

"Zayn there's something I need to tell you.." she spoke softly resting her hand on my back.

I cocked an eyebrow turning around looking her over. She was biting her lip and avoiding eye contact which meant she was nervous.