Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Chapter 9

~Lydia's P.O.V~
I took off the filthy shirt and threw it out from my room's window. To the garden. I couldn't believe I just showed up like a slut apparently in front of a stupid pervy murderer in need of a turn on scene.

I promised myself that I wouldn't do it anymore, no matter what it'd cost me and not caring what the punishment would be.

I laid in my bed. Thoughts crossing my mind. Questions wandering and waiting for their answers. Confusion and anger popping up in every little part of me. Irresponsable behavior imagined. And now, I had to make a plan to steal money.

Sure, I was not sinless. We're all human, and we're bound to make a mistake every once in a while. But that mistake would make us learn at the end.

But what if we already knew that what we're about to do was a mistake?

Then you don't just go for it, ignoring the voice at the back of your head dissuading you not to do it.

But what if you had no other choice? What if you were force or threatened?

Then you just show the weak side, and give up.

And that was exactly the ride that I chose to take.

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"Do you understand the plan now?" Marcus asked after explaining what I should do when I go to the company the next day. The plan was as easy as a piece of cake, but my brain, being not used to pulling up the bad side of it, had difficulties in accepting and getting the plan. I nodded my head slowly and looked at my fingers, which I was fiddling.

We were sitting in the kitchen, on the stools. I was back from college and went home because Marcus ordered me to. He was sitting across from me. His hair was tied up in a small bun, like it usually is, he was wearing a grey shirt that we bought back when we were shopping with some shorts that matched. The first thing that catches my attention would be the scar on his cheek. This scar was the reason my fear of him grew bigger. It showed how much of a trouble maker he was. It showed how strong he was. It showed how dominant he was. And most importantly, it showed how weak and vulnerable I was in front of him.

I was not concentrating. He was practically talking to himself at that moment. I knew I should listen, but I didn't. I couldn't anyway. How was I supposed to listen to him explaining while I was wishing for the ground to swallow me whole there and then? I was never born to steal, kill, fight and such. But it looks like my life took a downright twist.

"Now get up and get ready, you're going early to work." He said, making me pay attention again.

I nodded and got up, walking straight to my room and grabbing my purse.

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As I made my way down the company's hallway, I greeted the few workers that I knew. Being an intern and working for Mr. Fred was a great way to make some friends in the company. I would look into their files or get papers and such from them and hand to Mr. Fred. Small conversations could be made, or even a simple 'Hi'. And there, the start of a new friendship.

However, greeting my friends that day made it look like it was the first day I work in this company. They all looked like strangers to me. Or was I the one who was a stranger? It felt wrong and... Different. With each step to my office, my heart beat would accelerate more and more. If it wasn't for the rushing people around me, I would be freaking out and running from a desk to another, throwing the papers and computers in the air, crushing everything.

I stood in front of the elevator, waiting. I stepped in and clicked on my office's floor's button. I cleared my throat as I stood between the assistants and CEOs. I watched the red LED light as the numbers changed, finally reaching my floor's number. I walked out and headed to my office. I noticed Mr. Fred's back as he stepped in his office with files in his hand. I really didn't want to see or talk to him at the moment. When he was finally gone and our of sight, I took a seat on my chair and rested my head in my hands.