Subterranean | H.S.

S15

TW//violence (I'm so sorry for this one.)

Music for the chapter:
No Time To Die - Billie Eilish
Long Way Down - One Direction
Amnesia - 5 Seconds of Summer

Persephone's pov

''Jack?'' I speak before I even turn around and take a proper look at him, making sure that it's truly him. 

My hair flies in front of my face, making it harder for me to actually find out if my mind is not playing tricks on me. My fingers brush my hair from my face and hold it by the sides of my face. 

He stands in front of me, wearing jeans and a simple, black shirt. I shudder when I notice his face. My body works before my mind even get a chance to let me think and my feet are taking two steps backward. I have never seen someone with so badly beaten face in my life, in person. Things like that only happen in movies. But there he is, standing in front of me, looking at me, with a purple bruise under his left eye. His lower lip is cut and bloody.

I can't believe Zayn did it. Zayn's a nice guy, that always asks me if it's okay to touch me, talked to me even though he knows there's nothing between the two of us and we're just having fun, he offered it. He bought me drinks and he made sure I was okay. He wanted to know what I think about tattoos. He was super nice to me. He sang songs that we danced to in my ear. He just drank and smoked a joint. Are all men simply taught how to fight now?

Jack's hands are into fists and for a moment I think that he's going to throw a punch at me, but he doesn't. 

I close my eyes and wrap my arms around my torso when I see he's opening his mouth, ready for him to scream at me for being a bad girlfriend. ''Baby, are you okay?''

I open my right eye, looking at him and my arms loosen up. ''W-what?'' I answer with a shaky voice. 

''Are you okay?'' His body flexes to take a step closer to me, and when he does so I look him in the eyes, trying to stop him with telepathic abilities. He furrows his brows at me and I shake my head in an apologetic gesture. 

He puts his hand in front of him, raising them and taking a slow step. 

''Please, don't.'' I watch him carefully. My eyes jump to wherever I see movement, trying to control his body. 

''Persephone, I won't do anything bad.'' He says, holding himself in the position he's in. 

''I don't trust you.'' I murmur each word slowly, and I'm the only person who's able to hear it. A tear follows my words. 

He stares at my lips, trying to understand what I just said. 

''Look, I'm sorry.'' He speaks and takes a step closer to me, but this time I don't move. ''Okay?'' With his hands in front of him, he's getting closer and closer, and I don't stop him. He can clearly see it on my face, because with my eyes I'm begging him to stay where he is, but the words are not able to escape my chest. 

''Jack..'' I sob and frown. 

He's now much closer to me and I notice that his left eye is red at the bottom. There's no way Zayn punched him so badly, one of his blood vessels popped. 

''Oh my God.'' I cry out and cover my lips with my hand. My hands are shaking.

''Please, Persephone.'' He says calmly. 

I watch as Jack gets on his knees, on the dirty concrete, in front of me and probably some security guard, watching our interaction closely through the cameras in the building.