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

37.

Alissa.

It's been two days since Zayn had met my mother, two days since we left my apartment.

Two days since he told me had slaughtered a man in a head with a hammer.

Even though I had let it go, he seemed to have been lost in his head to talk to me when we left to go back to leatherhead.

And since then, he's been acting strange.

I barely saw him.

When I did, it was brief. I didn't even sleep with him either and I don't know what's wrong with him?

I sigh quietly as Taylor stands and pulls me into a hug as Connor walks in.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Taylor smiles.

"Maybe. Tomorrows my last day here." I pout.

In all honesty, I feel numb about this auction ceremony.

I've faced the inevitable that there's no way in hell Zayn is pulling me out of this.

He's avoiding me for a reason I don't know.

Can't he just push it aside and stay with me for a while? I'm leaving to another slave owner and he wants nothing to do with me.

He finally admits his feelings for me and then he runs away?

What did I do?

My heart is aching at the absence of him.

Taylor pulls me into a hug and lingers longer than Connor would like to wait.

"I'll find a way to get out of here and save you." Taylor teases quietly.

But I know, she's not joking. She really would and as reassuring as it is, I can't let her do that. It's just digging her a deeper hoe.

Zayn may have promised that he wouldn't kill her, but he's also broken promises he's made to me.

"Who knows, maybe Zayn will come back for me and the other slaves." I murmur quietly.

"Come on ladies. Break it up!" Connor scowls.

I bite my lip and gaze at him annoyed.

"Bye Tay." I murmur quietly.

She pouts at me sadly and waves goodbye before the door closes.

I sigh quietly to myself and sit back down on the couch as my life seemingly flashes through my mind.

I want Zayn with me. That's all I want.

I don't care for the reason as to why he's ignoring me the way he is, but he can't just stay with me for the last three months, confess his feelings for me and then drop out on me the day before the ceremony.

I have questions and Im fucking scared.

I wasn't meant for slavery. This is new to me.

I need reassurance before I break into hysterics.

I've accepted what is, but its not a light subject I can face on my own.

Standing, I walk towards the intercom and press the buzzer.

Sabina, as usual, is the one who answers.

"Where's Master?!" I question quietly.

I swallow down the bile in my throat as my chest tightens. "I really need him."

There's a pause, followed by talking in the background and I frown.

I just want him with him! That's all I fucking want!