Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 6: Marked

Chapter 6: Marked

“Would you like more tea?” Claire asked me. I shook my head and turned back to the TV. It had been three days since my ‘date’ and three days since I left my apartment. I knew that he could come for me here, but it was much less likely.

“Do you need anything else, hon?” Claire asked from the kitchen.

“No, thanks.” When I told Claire about what had happened with Zayn, she freaked out too. We decided that it was best not to tell Natasha or Miranda; save them the misery and fear.

After Zayn and I returned to the restaurant, we had a quick dinner and then he took me home. Luckily, he didn’t try anything else that night and I got home without any further molestation.

“You’ll be fine, Hannah.” She tried to assure me. I don’t think she managed to assure either of us.

“Are you going to class today?” I ask casually, trying to change the subject.

“If you’re ok here by yourself…”

“Actually, can I come with you?” I ask in a small voice. Claire and I share a few classes together, and I was too afraid to go to class by myself.

“Ok, I’ll go get our books.” Claire spoke slowly. She had been really understanding these past few days; taking care of me as if I were sick. That was actually what we told Miranda and Natasha; that I was sick. That's why I stayed home and why Claire took care of me.

We gather our stuff and head out the door. I hook my arm in hers and walk down the flight of stairs. We quickly make our way through the most open and populated streets, being sure to stay clear of dark side streets and alleys. We both know that it’s his territory.

We made it to class slowly, glancing over our shoulders every time a dark figure emerged from the shadows. Class started abruptly and soon I found myself falling asleep to the Professor’s familiar drawl.

“Hannah,” Claire whispered to me, halfway through the lecture.

“Mmm?” I mumbled, upset about having to wake up from my nap.

“Miranda just texted me and she’s severely ill. I’m going back to the flat to take care of her.” She whispered. My heart stopped and my head snapped up.

“You’re leaving me here, alone? I have to walk home alone?” I gasped. We both knew what would happen, who would show up, if I had to walk home alone.

“No, Andrew here has offered to take you home.” She motioned over to the boy on the other side of her. He was a big guy with broad shoulders.

“Don’t worry, love. Claire and I have been friends for a long time. Any friend of hers is a friend of mine.” He offered me a warm smile. I returned the smile. Surely, this muscular dude could protect me much better than Claire would have.

“I didn’t tell him WHY you need protection. No one would agree to that.” She whispered as softly as possible in my ear. I nodded and watched as she quickly and quietly left class.

After the lecture was over, Andrew wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a friendly manner, not at all possessive or romantic, and escorted me out of the room. We walked down the streets of London.

“You can tell me what you’re afraid of. I won’t judge you, I swear.” He told me slowly. I looked up at the friendly face of the burly boy. He seemed like a good enough guy, and I thought maybe one day the two of us could be close friends.

Still, I could never tell anyone what is plaguing me.

“Oh, er, I’m still getting used to London. I don’t know how to find my way home yet.” I giggled, putting on my best dumb blonde act. He saw through me, but backed off, like a good friend.

“Well there’s a shortcut through here, if you want to take it.” He nodded towards a less used road. My breath hitched in my throat as I thought of who would typically hang out in streets like that.

“I’d rather just stick to the main roads, if that’s all right.” I muttered softly. He nodded and led me right past the scary street.

“Sure thing, love.” Andrew answered. Just as he said that, two familiar looking boys stepped out of a thin alley in front of us. I got that paranoid feeling in the pit in my stomach.

The two boys approached us casually; they’re muscular bodies omitting a confident swagger. One had blond hair with deep colored roots. That wasn’t what captured my attention, though. It was the piercing blue eyes that display almost no emotion. The other boy had much thicker muscles. His eyes were deep brown, matching his hair. His face was set hard and cold.

I gulped but hoped that the boys weren’t heading for me. I still had no idea where I knew these boys from, all I knew is that I’ve seen them before. The pushed through the crowds on the busy streets of London.

I clung on to Andrew tighter, suddenly feeling guilty that I dragged him here with me. I realized where I saw these guys before just a second too late. Before I could warn Andrew, the two boys had reached us.

They brushed by me quickly and grabbed Andrew’s shoulders roughly. I let out a shriek as they roughly dragged him back to the alley they had appeared from. In broad daylight they did this all. Right in front of everyone on the streets; no one said a thing.

“Stop! Stop!” I yelled as I chased after them. HE had sent them, I knew it! I ran towards the alley they had disappeared to. My pace quickened as I heard a loud slam and then a thud, followed by an animalistic yelp that could only come from Andrew.

I was about to turn the corner when I felt two hands grab my shoulders and pull me back roughly. I let out a small scream and started thrashing about. The body holding me down dragged me away from the alley where I heard Andrew being brutally beaten. I was dragged back into the very street I told Andrew that I didn’t want to go down.

It was the street I expected Zayn to hang out in. Boy was I right.

He yanked me up to my feet and shoved me against the wall. I bit down on my tongue and refused to make a peep. His dark eyes were blazing with a fire of fury. His face had sloppy scruff that somehow made him more intimidating, whether or not I found it sexy.

“What the fuck was that?!” He spat at me. I winced at his volume and how close he pressed his face to mine, but I refused to answer.

This only made him angrier.

He drew his hand back and slapped my cheek with but a slight force. It still sent my face whipping against the brick wall I was trapped against.

“Answer me when I speak to you, Darlin’.” Zayn whispered menacingly. I slowly turned my face back and glared up at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I hissed at him. My very core was trembling in fear, but I couldn’t show him that. No, I’m strong and independent. Zayn raised his eyebrows at me and back up.

He spun around to pace the small street quickly. I steadied my breathing in his brief moment of distraction. Suddenly he kicked the side of the brick wall and spun around to face me.

His random act of violence had my heart pumping again.

“What did I tell you on our date, Darlin’?” He snapped. He still stood a few feet from me, but I refused to remove myself from the wall I was pressed against. I quickly thought back to our conversation (an awkward one…) at dinner.

He had ordered a beer, and I asked him not to get drunk. His reaction was a dark laugh.

“It’ll take a lot more than a beer to get me drunk, Darlin’.” He had informed me.

“uh, didn’t you say that a beer doesn’t make you drunk?” I tried to lighten the mood and stand up straighter. Zayn shot me a dirty look and took a step closer.

“You think this is a joke?” He spat. I shook my head, but refused to act scared.

“I told you that you were mine. Remember that?” He took another step towards me.

“Oh yeah, that.” I muttered, looking down.

“Oh yeah, that.” He mimicked me in a nasally voice. Another step closer.

“If you remember that, then why the hell were you walking down the fucking street with another guy’s fucking arm around you?!” He shouted at me. His voice boomed and echoed off of the walls of the buildings on the isolated street.

“H-h-he was just walking me home.” I stuttered, still refusing to look up at him. I could smell him as he took another step closer. Smoke, fire, cigarettes, that’s what he smelled like. There was a manly musky odor underneath it all, but mainly I could only smell cigarettes.

“Why did you need him to walk you home, Darlin’?” He challenged. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. He stepped closer to me, now he was pressing me to the wall. No longer was there space between us. His arms outstretched to either side of me, trapping me in a prison.

“Zayn, please. I just want to go home.” I hiss up at him, forcing the courage to look into his eyes. He chuckled darkly and pressed his nose gently to mine.

“Should have thought of that before you went whoring around.” He whispered. 

“I don’t belong to you, I don’t belong to anyone. I can do what I please.” I snap at him, angry at his tone, his behavior and the fact he just called me a whore.

“Darlin’, I don’t want to hurt you. But if you don’t check your attitude and start following my rules, I might have to teach you a lesson.” He grabbed my chin in his hand roughly, forcing me to look at him. 

“Z-Zayn relax. He’s just a friend, if that.” I put my hands against his chest to brace the distance between us. 

“Not for long, Liam and Niall are taking care of that...” he spoke more to himself than to me, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t catch it.

“Make them stop. They’ll kill him.” I begged as tears dripped down my cheek.

“I can’t, Darlin’. He has to be an example for the other douches who might want you.” He spoke sharply and fiercely. Those words had hit home for him.

“Let. Him. Go.” I hissed, trying to stand my ground.

“Or what?” He teased.

“I’ll be yours. I promise.” I cried.

“Sorry, but I don’t negotiate. And I certainly don’t need your permission.” He hissed.

Before I could protest, he grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other. His lips left a single butterfly kiss on the sweet spot on my neck. I gasped at the sharp pain I felt, but I had been expecting it.

His tongue soothed over the bite wound, but provided me with no comfort. I guess he had just made it official.

I was his. He had marked me.