Forbidden

Chapter thirty-three

Song for the chapter: Brooke Waggoner - Fresh pair of eyes.

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08:22 a.m.

I let Louis' words linger on me as I'm still frozen and with wide eyes, breathing slowly.

The way Louis judged me with his crystal clear blue eyes just a few seconds ago has me on edge as well. I don't blame him but he should try and understand me too, along with Zayn.

I've accepted everything, him hurting me, taking my freedom, him kissing me and all the other stuff he does. But I'm still captured and I couldn't even let my family know I'm alive, so when I had a chance I took it without blinking. It's not like I was purposely wanting him to get arrested or any of the trouble he had to go through. Unfortunately he won't care.

I kept pacing around the second floor where the others were still asleep while I run my hands through my hair. There's this feeling that troubles my stomach, something truly bad will happen to me. I can just feel it. I haven't even noticed that I'm running out of breath and shaking furiously.

Clenching my hands I try to stop from all the fear I felt. If Louis hadn't told me that or if I hadn't seen him that mad, the only person who was somewhat nice to me from the beginning, I wouldn't feel this terrified. But since he warned me I'm restless, waiting and waiting.

My pacing stops, I hear the front door opened and listen to muffled voices.

He's back from where ever he went.

"She did what?" Zayn shouted piercing a shiver down my body and I jump up a bit. His velvet voice roaring up from the first floor, my already irregular heartbeat went more wild. Gulping the thickness of my throat down I never thought his voice could be that menacing or that loud. It portrayed all the anger and bitterness he must feel."Where the fuck is she?" he yelled.

My body is showered with a cold sweat and I'm shaking very badly. The utter fear in my bones has me in a dead lock and I count the seconds he'll be in front of me.

I can't bring myself to run or hide anywhere even if my heartbeat is increasing. Even if I can literally hear his furious steps making his way to me with only one purpose.

And that is to hurt me.

When he sees me he stops abruptly observing my distraught state in all his glory, slicked black hair, big warning eyes, lips thinned to a line, strong jawline and broad structure, while he stands on the last stair he growled and looked beyond mad, taking a good look of me and I shriek a tiny bit when he hurriedly takes a step and suddenly my arm was being tightly grasped and tugged, bringing my attention back on how angry he is. I hissed, conveying my discomfort but said nothing until I noticed his wild eyes, "Zayn." I try anything.

"Zayn nothing." he countered with a shouting voice and rose one of his hands before slapping me hard. The sound echoed through my ears as I gasped, my hair whipped and I turn to look back at him clutching my hurt cheek."Did you think I won't find out? My reputation wasn't raised on a day, princess." he lectured me with his strained raspy voice, gritting his jaw impossibly tight, his hardening eyes raking my face."The last cunning son of a bitch who betrayed me is ten feet under the ground if you've forgotten."

My eyebrows went to my hairline in fear, "You're going to kill me?" I whisper, my eyes brimming with tears. He clenched his jaw again while cupping mine making me wince and his cold fingers grip it until I groan and whimper.

"No." he spat livid that he can't kill me. His eyes glaring, frowning then closing in annoyance while his nostrils flare from quick exhalations. I can see that he's struggling against himself. He would want to have that strength and kill me once and for all but he can't.