Prologue
He was running; knowing that the men were hot on his heels, and could kill him if he decelerated. The only signs of light that illuminated his path were the moon and the occasional street lights. The strong breeze had become fierce as it hit his face, almost piercing his delicate brown eyes. The sounds of heavy footsteps zoomed as he managed to jump over boxes. As calm as the night would be, it couldn’t be stopped.
He had messed up big this time. He was sure if he'd stopped for a second to catch his breath, he'd be a dead man. Best part was that he had managed to pick a fight with the two most brutal, and barbaric, men he could find. It wasn't partially his fault though. The men had picked a fight with him, and he did what his instinct would have done. Fight.
"You’re dead, Malik!" the bold guy from the group shouted out, but he ignored it. He kept looking in front, trying to find a way out of this.
"Not unless you catch me!" Zayn shouted back, completely in pants. He had lost track of how long he had been running. All he knew was that he'd been running for a long time. Surprisingly, his legs were stronger in his benefit.
"Still managing that cocky mouth of yours are we!" the other one said, but Zayn couldn't help but smirk at him. He'll admit, he couldn't help but be cocky at times. Cars zoomed by—going fast or going slow, it seemed that he was the one in the streets—and that's when Zayn realized they had somehow ended up on the highway.
This was trouble.
They were running by the highway, which was dangerous and Zayn knew it too. Finding a place to hide was his first priority.
"Give up pricks!" Zayn called out, glancing back at them. The bald one didn't look like he would do much damage even if he tried. His partner, on the other hand, would drop a baby without a second thought.
Just imagining what he would do to him. This sent shivers down his spine, giving goose bumps by the second this thought had occurred. He was sure his name was Travis; the name didn't suit him at all. Nor did the position he was in.
"Don't put yourself into much trouble than you're already in, you dumb fuck!" Travis shouted, increasing his speed. Zayn panicked, as he could keep up a fight with Travis, for sure. He just didn't want to make the poor fellow cry.
"Can't we just drink over this?" Zayn called, trying to buy sometime once he notice some train tracks. He had an idea—a mental one, yes—but nonetheless an idea that could save his ass.
"Bloody, no," he said as they stopped a few feet from him. Zayn looked at them, and then at the lights that were twinkling, signaling that a train would pass soon.
"Oh, c'mon guys, just when I thought we were getting along," Zayn said taking a step back, the followed in suit. Travis let out a menacing laugh, ending it with an evil smirk. He detested Zayn, and now he planned on getting revenge; sweet, sweet revenge.
"You plan on killing yourself, faggot?" Travis spit out. Zayn looked at the lights that were nearing and glanced back at Travis+. His evil smirk soon died down once he got an idea of what Zayn was going to do. This time it was Zayn's turn to smirk.
"Not tonight, mate!" in a blink of an eye Zayn sped through the tracks and onto safe ground, just in time to watch the men's faces and soon be covered by the train. It was reckless yes, but their faces were worth it.
He laughed to himself, which was the sickest thing he has ever done. Looking up at a lit green sign Zayn realized he had made it from St. Louis to Chicago. He quickly realized that the men could still catch him. He continued to run. He kept running for what seemed like forever, and then he still kept running.
I'll just find an apartment, get a job, this shouldn't be that bad, he thought. It looked like he was back in casual streets and away from the highway. He was positive the men hadn't followed him so he decided to buy the nearest apartment he saw.
It was still dark outside; he remembered leaving around 6 p.m. The lights that came from a building showed the current time. Zayn prayed that there was a time difference from St. Louis to Chicago—because it was now nowhere near 6 p.m. He rubbed his eyes to clear out anything that could be messing with his vision. But he wasn't wrong, the clock read 2 a.m.
That meant that Zayn had been running for 8 hours straight, no wonder he was hungry and beyond tired. He looked around, still paranoid and not trusting his senses when someone neared up to him. The person was too far for him to make it out, but soon he realized it was a woman. Her big dirty blond hair bounced with every step, which wasn't the only thing that was big or even bounced along the way. She obviously got around.
"Hey," she purred out, tracing a finger down Zayn's torso and stopping mid-thigh. She was wearing a revealing fuchsia dress that ended just enough to tease his senses. It was tight and fitted her figure. He stared her down, noticing her appealing features, her overgrown chest and thighs. He took a deep breath since he was a man—and of course the sight of her turned him on.
The woman noticed the change in his face and giggled, letting Zayn take a whiff of alcohol from her skin. She'd been drinking, but he didn't care.
"You want to come inside?" she asked in a sexy manner, whilst approaching to remove his leather jacket. Zayn looked at her in confusion, and then glanced in back of him where she had pointed to. It was a one of those lover's hotels, filled with prostitutes.
She cupped his face and slammed her hard lips into his; making him not only smell but taste the alcohol she had drunk before. She pressed herself into him; Zayn felt her cleavage onto him. He gripped her wrist, and yanked her inside.
Guess he never specified what he was hungry for.
Seemed like he'll be living in Chicago for a while and that decision was made about 13 months ago.
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A/N
I loved writing this, I don't know its like i felt the blood in me boil when i was thinking about ideas to this.
I hope you guys enjoyed it as well and are looking forward to the first Chapter. This was the Prologue, not the first chapter (;
So tell me what you guys think? Should I continue and introduce who Macy will be? if I do get positive comments and vote I will post up the 1st chapter.
I would love to thank @EvelioandZgroup for editing this for me, I was blown away by his skills. He is an amazing author/writer (;
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I have a good feeling about this story C;
~Banana xx
