Mentally Unstable (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10

Zayn stood up quite quickly, suddenly gripping my arm tightly.

I will admit its rather intimidating the fact Zayn was a few inches taller than my short-self.

"What are you doing?" I sneered through clenched teeth.

Zayn rolled his eyes and said nothing, before he was dragging me towards some broom closet.

I was insanely confused, but I wasnt going to get scared and cry or some shit. I'll break the dumb-ass' nose if he throws the first hit.

"Let go of me, dipshit." I growled at Zayn as my back hit the wall of the broom closet, the room becoming dark as Zayn kicked it behind himself.

"You're insane," Zayn stated calmly.

"You do realize we're both in a mental hospital, so that makes us both insane?" I snorted at him, finding his actions rather ridiculous.

"Louis told me what Dr. Harding was doing to you, he gave shock therapy to Louis once, but apparently you're his favorite patient." Zayn cleared his throat.

I didnt want to reply to that, so instead I crossed my arms, and looked away stubbornly.

Zayn sighed in annoyance, "You are such a stubborn imbecile, you know that?"

"Bite me," I rose a brow, shrugging.

"With pleasure," Zayn leant forward and pinned me against the wall, before kissing me roughly.

My eyes widened in complete shock.

What the actual fuck?!

I attempted to pull away but to no avail, the guy was mouth raping me, and rather roughly too.

He was even chewing my bottom lip viciously, which kind of caused my knees to buck, but thats just teenage hormones and shit.

I obviously wasn't successful in pushing him away, but I wasn't going to satisfy him by kissing back.

So I just stood there, allowing Zayn to technically assult my mouth.

Eventually, though, after a minute of him sucking, chewing and tugging at my lips, Zayn pulled back, still pinning me.

I knew my lips had to be swollen and red after that, but I just glared, "Are you alright there?" I asked bitterly.

"You're not gay?" Zayn rose a brow, "Oh, okay... read you wrong, my bad."

I furrowed my brows, scoffing, "Its not that I'm not gay, its the fact I dont like you."

"So you are gay?"

"No?"

"Was that a question?" Zayn asked, stepping back.

I stared at him confused as I shrugged.

Was I gay? Not exactly - well, strangely enough, I just dont know. I didn't care much for relationships, but I did find people attractive.

I was a virgin, surprisingly.

"I get horny when I get mad,"

"Why are you telling me that?" I cringed, glaring at him.

"Because, I dont want you assuming I like you, okay?" Zayn snapped, crossing his arms.

"You dragged me into a broom closet and kissed the shit out of me, I'm allowed to assume what I want." I puffed my chest up with a smirk, "You're a rapist."

"What?!" Zayn yelled angrilly, before I attempted to push passed him.

I groaned as he grabbed my arm again, "Let go, rapist."

"I'm horny not a rapist... God, I've been locked in here so long I was just looking for an escape. Don't you dare tell anyone I kissed you." Zayn said threateningly into my ear.

"And if I do?" I challenged.

"I once cut a guys dick off, I can do it again." Zayn eyed me.

I felt my stomach drop at the seriousness in his tone of voice.

Before anyone calls me a sissy for literally cowering at those words; need I remind you that I have absolitely no clue as to why Zayn is even in this place. So his comment is highly plausible.

"Got it?" Zayn pressed.

"Fine." I mumbled, pulling away so I could leave with all my random thoughts swimming in my head.

I felt like I was going to vomit, while I rushed out of the 'fun room', making my way to my room.

"Oh, Mr. McCann," A voice called, and I groaned as I turned around to face the devil, Dr. Harding, "How are you feeling?"

I crossed my arms as I stared at the monster, "What do you want?"

Dr. Harding merely grinned, "Hope you enjoy your sleep tonight, tomorrow is said to be a long day." He turned on his heels and walked down the hall.

My face fell, as I then ran to my room, pretty much knocking Louis over in the process.

"Well that wasnt very polite." Louis snapped quietly.

"Shut the fuck up, psyco." I retorted in anger.

I was sick of this shit. Fuck Zayn, Fuck Dr. Harding, Fuck this stupid Mental Facility, Fuck Justin and Fuck me!

Louis ignored my harsh comment as he sat on his bed, gripping some picture book in his hand.

I grabbed my crayons - the darker colours, of course - before I began violently scribbling across my paper.

I just wanted to get my anger out before I ended up hurting someone again - I'm good at that.