Depressed with A Little Happiness

Chapter 2 <3

                    The next day I woke up to the sun blaring in my eyes. I sit up in my bed to Zayn sleeping on the floor next to my bed. My arm felt unmovable. I look down at my arm and see a white bandage incased around my left forearm. I throw the bed spread covers on the other side of the bed and slide my legs on the side of the bed. I look down at my legs and I see that I am changed into some pajamas. My brain is a little confused on how I got changed into some pajamas, when I fell asleep and why Zayn is asleep in my room. Oh, and how my arm got wrapped up. I stand up quickly, getting a little dizzy. I went to go sit back on my bed but I slipped and fell right on top of Zayn. Zayn rolls over, letting a moan escape his lips, “What the hell?” Zayn and I are face to face now and I say, “I’m sorry, Zayn. I slipped and I’m a little confused on well everything.” Zayn closes his eyes, “What are you confused on, baby?” I roll over on my back and look up to the ceiling, “Well when did I fall asleep? Why are you here? What happened to my arm? And who changed me into pj’s?” Zayn rubbed his eyes, “You feel asleep in my arms last night. I’m here because your mom and brother didn’t come home last night. I wrapped your arm last night just in case and um…I changed you into your pajamas.” My jaw dropped, “You changed me? God, Zayn what the hell?” I stand up and walk over to my desk where a mirror hangs above the computer. Zayn bits his lip, “I’m only looking out for you, Rose.” I look at myself in the mirror, watch my head shake back and forth. I run my hands over my stomach hoping Zayn didn’t see the scares in the dark, wishing that he would have just left me in my normal clothing. Granite, he just has to be a pervert and ‘help me change.’ I bit my lip before saying, “Why didn’t mom and Kade come home last night?” Zayn is sitting up now leaning up against my bed. I see that Zayn is in his boxers, wearing a tank top to cover up his muscled chest, “Uh…. I’m not sure about your mom. But Kaden called and I answered. He said he got caught up in some work and needed to stay all night.” I roll my eyes, thinking to myself, ‘Yeah, only because he is a pimp and gets paid to sleep with chicks.’ I turn back towards the mirror and I can see my hair dark auburn hair in a knot in the back and my light green eyes have mascara etched around my face. Why am I so ugly I ask myself as I turn back around towards Zayn.

             The clock read ten o’clock as Zayn and I headed down stairs, still in our Pj’s. I take a seat on a stool, “So what’s for breakfast Daddy Zayn?” Zayn is searching through my refrigerator as if it’s his own, “Well, I can make eggs and bacon??” I reach for the fish food container and pour some flakes into my fish, Mr. Gill’s bowl, “Can we have some toast too, pretty please?” Zayn is taking out the ingredients to make breakfast as he answers, “Whatever, you want baby girl.” I smile to myself as I watch my fish swim around in his little circular bowl. Mr. Gill’s has nothing to worry about. Nothing to wish for, nothing to think about, nothing to dream for, I sometimes I wish I was an animal. That way I wouldn’t have to go through life the way humans do. I could just live and not worry about the future or think about the past.

            Zayn places a plate full of food in front of my face, “There you go girly.” I nod up at him as I reach for my fork. Zayn sits next to me on the breakfast nook with his plate in front of him. I look down at my eggs, seeing that Zayn had put ketchup on them just the way I like it. I scoop up some yellowish eggs on my fork and into my mouth. My mouth seems satisfied as I swallow my breakfast. I finish my eggs in a matter of seconds, moving on to my bacon. I bite into one of the strips and look over at Zayn who is staring at me hungrily. I narrow my eyes, “What do you want?” Zayn shrugs, “It seems as if you haven’t eaten in a few days. Seeing as though you are eating like a pig.”   I look down at myself seeing as though some of my egg have splattered on to my t-shirt, some ketchup was cornered on my mouth plus I had two bacon strips in each hand. I lick my lips, “I’m just hungry that’s all.” Little did Zayn know that the last couple of days I hadn’t had the energy to eat, so instead I did not eat. Zayn stares at me for a couple of minutes probably thinking about my conclusion until turning back to his plate. I finish my breakfast about a minute later and placing my plate in the dishwasher. I take a seat on the counter and Zayn says, “Rosealynn…” I look up from my lap and say, “What’s up?” Zayn stands up and walks towards me. He finally stands in front of me and says, “I need you to stay still…okay?” I lick my lips and bit my lower lip and whisper, “I won’t move.”