The Truth Untold [Louis & Zayn Fanfic]

Chapter 47

Marcella's POV:

"Yeah, right. Kill me." I threw everything I was holding.

On hearing me, his face squeezed "What do you mean?"

"Of course you'll act naive as if you've not murdered all the students out there." His eyebrows drew in as if every word coming out of my mouth were swirling his mind.

"WHAT?" He stood stunned.

"Yeah, it's my turn now, I know. Go on, kill me. Why are you acting or are you astounded that I know about your plan?" I was outraged.

He raised his hand which I thought was the reason for my last breath but instead it went straight to his forehead while he took a big deep breath with his eyes closed.

"You literally sound so trippy." He opened his eyes with his hand still placed resting on his forehead. "Are you sure that you're sober?"

Now he's trying to manipulate me, huh?

"You're a very good actor. No one could recognize how you've been taking lives for god knows how long and now that you know that I know about it you're trying to manipulate me? Don't you even let the victims know that you're going to kill them?" He just stood there listening to me.

"If I really had to kill you then you wouldn't be alive for accusing me by now." He replied. "And I'm not the murderer." He stated.

"LIAR. You went to the library that day just before someone was killed and when I went to you to return your pen I heard your friend saying that when you kill someone you're happy and today I saw you walking out of the ground floor in rain from the direction of the art room and moments later we hear about the accident. Do you think I'm a fool?"

"STOP!" He yelled.

"JUST FUCKING STOP!!" Suddenly, he started breathing fastly alongside his eyes getting cold and sharp.

I was stunned. Speechless at the sight I was witnessing.

"I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOUR RUBBISH, DID YOU UNDERSTAND." He clutched my shoulders pulling me to him. His merciless eyes were focused on me when I looked up at him. My heart is beating faster than ever. I didn't know what to expect.

"STOP BEING SO CARING. JUST STOP BEING SO FUCKING GOOD ALL THE TIME." The grip of his hands getting tighter every second.

"Zayn, you're hurting me."

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE." My heart felt a strong pang. Tears were about to escape my eyes any second. "STOP TRYING TO BE MY MOTHER. JUST FUCKING STOP." His grip was tighter than ever while his face was closer to me than ever his horrific eyes haunting me but I refused to close my eyes looking straight into his. "FUCK!!"

"YOU DRIVE ME FUCKING CRAZY MARCELLA. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. DID YOU FUCKING GET THAT?" He jolted me when tears started falling from my eyes. I don't know if his words were more painful or his grip.

"ZAYN, YOU'RE HURTING ME." I yelled at his face glaring straight into his eyes when he noticed my tears. He let my shoulders go with regret clear in his eyes as if the realization of his deeds hit him. "I'm-I'm so sorry." He tried to get closer to me but I stepped back.

Tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes. Aurora's words that Zayn uses girls for his own benefits was all that I could hear in my mind, making me go insane.

"You do use girls for your own benefits, don't you?" I spoke in the most unbelievable, breaking tone against my expectations.

He just stood there. Silently. Staring at me.His angry eyes were gradually calming down alongside his breath getting under control.

His silence was my answer. My heart tonight felt like it was hit against a strong wall and similar to a glass it has broken into a million pieces all over my chest. I feel heaviness in my chest as if a big stone has been dropped on it while the glass jabs everytime I breathe.

"I got my answer." I tried to stop crying by sticking my lips together. I feel betrayed. I don't know. I should've learnt from mistakes. This is not for the first time I feel like a beach sand whom sea water approaches whenever needed but in return throws all its dirt on it, leaving it alone.

I started stepping back when he said "no. It's nothing like that. Trust me." I know he's lying. I didn't listen to him but turned around quickly and walked away from him ignoring whatever the hell he was saying. I don't care.

"FUCKKKKK!!" is all that I heard after leaving that room. I paced downstairs wiping all my tears, trying to hide that I cried because I don't want to talk about it again.

I can still feel his grip on my shoulders. I can feel the pain. I can see his eyes in front of him. How outrageous he was. That's what he feels about me? I try to be good? I try to be his mother? From the very first moment I had met him I had this instinct that he has something hidden inside him which he never reveals to the world. When I first met him I felt his eyes trying to communicate with me about something but it's just we hadn't yet discovered our own language but I was wrong maybe. I have never felt this broken before. I couldn't stop my tears from falling so I walked to the washroom instead. I was still hoping for him to come to me and spill the reason he fucked up and tell me how he didn't mean a single thing he spoke. Although he broke my heart into a million pieces it feels like I left those pieces back there in his hands and only he could mend it or leave it in pieces.

But one sided friendships are my history before Aurora. I used to put everything into everyone and the friendship but I used to not even get the bare minimum in return which made me realize how much double-faced are roaming around.

I hear footsteps. I think the students are back upstairs. I wiped my tears and washed my face. In attempting to find a handkerchief in the pocket of the coat I was wearing, my hand landed on a piece of paper. What kind of paper is that? When did I keep it? I took it out and opened it quickly exposed to a familiar handwriting.

You're lighting up
my flame
from the inside.

How did you get in?
I don't even know
how to get in.

I read the words and realized that I didn't give Zayn's coat back. Before I could figure out what I should do with the coat, I heard my sister's voice. "What are you doing here?"

I instantly kept the paper in my pocket and turned to her. "Uhh- nothing." I tried to make up for an excuse when she said "what the hell is up with your face. Don't you have a handkerchief?"

"I was actually - no." I signed. She rolled her eyes, taking out her handkerchief and handing it over to me. While I was wiping my mouth she informed me that Louis, Liam, she and I have to go to the café now.

"Like right now?"

"Yes. Right now. Louis says he has something serious to talk about." She took her handkerchief.

"Can I join you in a while. I've some work in my dorm." I literally can smell Zayn in this which will continue hurting me even more so, I want to take this coat out as soon as possible.

"Your work can wait. Louis said that it's urgent." She pulled me with herself.

(I hope y'all liked it. Have a great day/afternoon/night xoxo)

QOTD: Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

-- We'll Always Have Summer