Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Chapter 4

~Lydia's P.O.V~

I was leaving college, and going to my car. I didn't want to go back to my house. I didn't want to face him. I'd rather go straight to work than see him soon. I'll deal with him later. When I parked my car, I checked myself in the mirror. I wouldn't want to walk in looking like a ghost. I made sure I looked, at least, almost decent. Once done, I walked in the company. I greeted some workers that I knew, and took some files from others. That's how the work goes. I couldn't be more thankful to Niall. He was the one who helped me to get this job. My boss, Fred, is related to Niall's family somehow.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fred." I said when I saw next to my desk, searching through the files placed on the desk. He seemed surprised by my appearance.

"Oh, hello there. You're earlier than usual. I'm guessing you didn't pass by your house first?" He asked and I nodded. I peeked at the papers in his hands. "Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help you." I offered, but he just shook his head, "No, it's okay. I was looking for Li Ming Hé's file, and I found it." He motioned at the file in his hand." He entered his office and closed the door behind him.

I took a seat on my chair and breathed out. I started working on the documents and files I had. There was numerous of them, but they don't take much time. I do find some difficulties in getting done with some files, but that's only if I find a problem in reading the badly written sentences, or if correcting them had more than a way. In the last case, I always resort to Mr. Fred, because he's more experienced, but I'd have to wait for him to finish the call he makes, or worse, if he was in a meeting.

Today, however, was not one of the decode the handwriting days. Everything was easy for me. I was done with all the files, and all the calls for Mr. Fred's meetings and contracts signing. I had nothing to do anymore. I could ask Mr. Fred if I could go home, but I didn't want to. I was trying to delay meeting him as possible as I could, and that was until the end of my work time. I'd rather contemplate my small office than going home.

My office is good, comparing it to other secretaries' offices. It was quite spacious. It was painted half white, half sky blue. My desk was in front of the door. I had a picture of me with my family on it. We took on a Christmas night back when I was 8 or 9 years old. Next to my desk, there was the files' dressers. Each dresser was organized from A to Z. I have a small radio, too, but I barely use it. I turn it on to listen to music, or the news. And finally, I had a small puffy white rug that I loved a lot. I would sometimes, and secretly, touch it. It was really soft.

Mr. Fred came out of his office and was locking the door, when I knew that it was time to go home.

"Oh, you're done? If you've told me, I could've let you go home." He said while sticking his keys in his pocket.

"I wanted to stay here 'til the end of my shift." I shrugged. He nodded once then walked out. I got my things and left after locking the door behind me, then walked to where my car was parked and drove off.

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The same feeling was taking over my body again. The same anxiousness, the fright, the curiosity, the wondering. I felt like I will be feeling them every day before entering my house. I took a deep breath, hoped he wouldn't lecture me about anything and order me around, then unlocked the door. I closed it behind me and looked around. He wasn't in the living room. I cleared my throat before calling out for him, "Um, I'm home." My voice wasn't that high, but I felt the need to say something. I didn't get any reply. I frowned and walked to my room to place my bag in it.

The door was closed. I opened it slowly and peeked in to see if he was in there. But he wasn't. But there was something else in my room. Something unexpected. Something horrible. Something that made me choke on my own saliva.

That thing was a drawing. On my room's wall. Graffiti letters covered most of it. All the colors were spread on the rose-painted wall. I threw my bag on the floor, and walked towards it. I held up my hand to touch it. Some of the paint wasn't totally dry yet. As I passed my fingers on the drawing, I stopped at the small signature on the bottom of wall. The two words, You're Welcome, were written in black. It was obvious that it was him.

I took a few steps back to take a full look at it, again. I clenched on my teeth. Why was that happening to me?! What did I fucking do to deserve that?! Why me?!

Then I did what I never wanted to do. I started crying. I felt the first tear trickle down my cheek. Then the other followed it. And I couldn't control it next. I slid down, my back against the bed side. My life became complicated all of a sudden. Just when one person came into, it turned upside down. And there was more to come.

The door burst open, and the familiar figure appeared. He looked confused for a second, then, and after noticing me, he smirked.

"I thought I'd make you a good surprise. I knew you'd love one. Especially after a long day outside." He said, as he walked to the wall. He seemed proud of what he did.

"I'd rather see this wall rose, than like this, at the end of my long days." I muttered after sniffing and glancing up, but not meeting his gaze.

"Too late. This gorgeous art is already drawn. You should be thankful, bitch." He spat, while knitting one eyebrow and raising the other.

"Please, would you just stop!" I blurted out, "I've been obeying you since you first broke into my house! You're hurting me verbally! I can't take all of this! You-"

"Lower your voice." He interrupted me, calmly. Didn't he hear anything from what I said? I took a deep breath. I didn't want to look at him. I don't think I can survive another days with him. I won't be able to bear his vicious attitude.

"Please... I want to be alone. I've had enough for today, Marcus. I'm begging you to leave me alone for the rest of the day." I wiped away the tears that were falling. I was asking him for one thing and one thing only.

He looked at me hesitantly, uncertain if he should leave or stay just to disturb me. He nodded later, and said, "I will leave. But you will expect anything from me, after raising your voice at me, and asking me for this favor." He walked out, leaving the door open.

I got up and closed it, then slid my back against it. Now it's a favor. Great. What can I do to please him and stay, at least, alive?

I needed a plan. I should start thinking, and find one as fast as I could.

-A.N-

Hii, it's a new update. On A Friday Night (Or Saturday Morning Here LOL). What are you all up to? If you're doing nothing, then have fun reading this! DO. NOT. FORGET. THE. COMMENTS. AND. THE. STAAAR!!

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