Check Yes Juliet (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

I had never been good with confrontations. All the screaming and shouting, throwing hurtful words towards each other that we don’t really mean, it was all too much for me. Halfway thru the argument, I would choke on my words and would start crying. As usual, I would call defeat. The other party always wins the battle.

And if I don’t run away from Zayn now, it would happen again. I might just end up raising the white flag to him too.

I sprinted out the door, my legs taking me as far away from the club as possible. I hid myself in a dark alley, taking my phone out to ring Eleanor. 

“Come on El! Pick up!” I sobbed desperately.

“Heyyyyyyyyyy dollllfacee… Wherrre youu heeadingg toooo?”

Great. Just fucking great. Bad luck seemed to follow me like a fucking shadow.

I turned around from my hiding spot and saw the man who was now towering over me. He looked a few years older than I was, both his arms were full with tattoos. He was pissed drunk and from where I was standing, I could smell his disgusting alcoholic breath.

I held my fists up to my chest, getting ready to strike him. I could do exactly what I did to Zayn right?

Right?

Oh how very wrong I was. The guy immediately sprung on me, slamming me against the wall like a rag doll. Bloody hell, that hurt like a bitch!

I struggled on his hold, throwing punches to his face but my hands betrayed me. They were weak and they were still hurting from the jab I did to Zayn earlier. It didn’t help that I was a little tipsy too.

I screamed out for help but a sting to my cheek shut me up. He started unzipping my dress, placing sloppy kisses all over my body, but my rapid movement made it hard for him to. And then I felt another slap to my face.

“Stayyyyyy stillll youuuu sssslutttt!” He roared.

Images of Brad started playing in my head. He was drunk when he came to see me that night. The lovely guy I once knew was now gone. I was afraid of him. Frightened that he might hurt me.

And hurt me, he did.

Just as I was about to give up, I felt someone pull the bastard away from me. A sense of relief washed through my entire body as I dropped onto the floor, tired from all the struggling.

I looked up to see my savior, who was now throwing punches to the man. He swiftly turned his head to me and I realized who it was. And boy, did he looked fucking pissed. He had a bloody nose, probably from my blow earlier, but other than that, his face looked fine. It was his eyes that terrified me. They were dark as night and were filled with rage and fury.

He turned back to the guy and continued beating him to a pulp. His fist smashed into the man’s cheek, which reeled him down to the floor. I knew if I didn’t do anything he wasn’t going to stop. He might just end up killing this son of a bitch.