Sex with benefit (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 57

Zayns~

Have you ever had something so serious happen it's causes so many different emotions to wash over you that you don't even know what's happening?

I completely spaced out until I heard her body crash down into the river. As I got my conscious back I was quick to dive into the water.

As I began to search for her in the water I was forced to open my eyes. My eyes immediately burned but I spotted her body lifelessly falling down.

I struggled to grab her but eventually I did. My lungs and legs were beginning to ware out.

As we reached the surface I took a large breath dragging her onto the grass.

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Emma's~

I was dead

I did it!

Hooray.

Just as I thought I had begun my peaceful slumber I was awoken by a familiar sharp shock on my chest.

2 shocks later

I gasped coughing harshly as my eyes fluttered open. My sight was blurry but soon, back to normal.

I moaned softly in pain closing my eyes again. "Am I dead?" I whispered. "No babe" I groaned screwing my eyes shut even more.

"Kill me"

"Shut up and open your eyes" fluttering them open I was greeted to Zayn holding Leah. "Hey babe" I smiled. "Hey love" he responded. "I was talking to Leah"i blushed. "Right"

"So here's a catalog for a therapist. You can check him out. He's the best around" the doctor grinned.

"I don't want a stupid therapist. I don't need one" I snapped. "You tried to kill yourself. I just recommend it" he gave me a light smile before exiting the room.

"He can shove this catalog up his ass" I whispered. "How do you feel?" Zayn asked.

"Weak and tired"

He frowned.

"What? Oh I'm sorry, no I'm feeling excited by the fact that I just failed to kill myself. Oh what joy!"

"Maybe if you weren't such a bitch all the time you wouldn't feel like this" he yelled.

I didn't bother to respond just grabbed a pillow mushing my face into it and screaming.

"Get out, Zayn" I whispered. "Screw off" he rolled his eyes. "You're so stubborn, I hate you"

"Love me Leah" I mumbled trying to pick her up I gasped as pain shot through my right arm and Leah fell on my lap.

"Shît" Zayn whispered "what the Fûck was that" I gasped.

"You cut yourself. Remember?" He cocked an eyebrow. I nodded looking at my arm which was wrapped in a bandage.

"Where's Luke?" I questioned. "My mums house"

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"I don't need a damn therapist!" I screamed. "You tried to kill yourself for fücks sake! For no reason too"

My breath got caught in my throat. "No reason?" I whispered choking on my spit. "NO REASON?!" I screamed kicking the coffee table over.

His jaw clenched.

"I cheated on you! Your best friend was kidnapped. I gave away $2,000. You constantly treat me like a piece of shit. You hardly even watch the kids. You're barely home. You HIT me fücking hell. Tell me again why I tried to kill myself for no reason, Zayn" I whispered as tears fell down my face constantly I stormed upstairs slamming the door and locking it.

There was so much anger built inside me I didn't Know how to let it out.

I screamed into my hands punching the wall soon regretting it as pain washed over me. "Fück" I cradled my hand to my chest.

"Let me in" Zayn demanded

"Screw off"

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I'm sorry this is so short and boring and ugh. It's poop I know