Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Two

I walked into the living room fully dressed in my new clothes and my heart was racing. Zayn followed us to Lydia's house, then he'll probably show up at the club or something.

  "Sky, you okay?"

  "Um.. Yeah, I'm fine."

I sat down in the big recliner and Lydia started doing my hair. She was doing some kind of bun, I guess. Lydia's hair has always been in cute braids, buns, or whatever. I wear my hair in a pony tail or I leave it down. I don't really care that much about my hair.

  "Ow!" I said to a pin digging into my scalp.

  "Suck it up, Sky," she said with a hint of amusement.

I smiled and remained quiet the rest of the time. Our friendship was slowly rebuilding. Once my hair was finished Lydia walked into the loo to do her hair and make-up. She was going to do my make-up later. It might take Lydia a while to do her hair and make-up so I might have a chance to go talk to Zayn and set him straight. Zayn was leaning against his car and an evil smirk was plastered onto his plump lips. I walked up to him and punched him in the arm.

  "What the hell?!" He asked angrily.

  "Why are you here?!" I asked, just as angrily.

  "I'm just here to see my babe," he smirked.

  "I am not your babe," I spat.

Zayn chuckled and he grabbed my hips. He pulled me on top of him and my hands went to his toned chest. I tried to stop him, but he was a lot stronger than me. His lips were inches from mine.

  "Every time you deny me you'll get punished. A bigger punishment from the one before," he whispered onto my lips.

  "You don't own me! I'm not a piece of property!" I muttered.

  "I know that, but, no one can have you," he said.

His plump lips found mine and he roughly kissed me. I started backing away, but Zayn rolled so I had my back to the car. Then I tried pushing him off. It didn't work. He was unnaturally strong or I was just weak. Nothing worked. I heard Lydia call my name from the flat.

   "Sky? Where are you? Sky?"

Zayn backed off and I slapped him in the face, hard. He began rubbing the red mark on his cheek.  

   "You bitch!" He exclaimed.

   "What happened to babe?!" I asked, rudely.

His brown eyes went narrow and I pushed past him. He grabbed my forearm and pushed me back onto the car. My head hit the back of the car with a loud bang and I winced. He was pissed off.

  "Sky, you need to learn how to listen," Zayn muttered.

  "Zayn, you need to learn how to treat people," I muttered.

Zayn's jaw clenched and he was now squishing his body on top of mine. He held my intense glare, but his eyes were so narrow they almost looked closed.

  "Don't pull any of your shit, Sky. I can hurt you," he said, coldly and harshly.

  "You wouldn't hurt me," I stated.

  "I will, Sky," Zayn muttered.

Zayn grabbed my wrists tightly and pinned them at my sides. I wasn't worried, and I wasn't scared. Zayn wouldn't hurt me. I know he won't. He leaned in, his face by my neck.

  "You should be afraid of me."

  "Nothing scares me."

  "Don't trick yourself, Sky."