Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 12: Attack

Chapter 12: Attack

Claire held me in a tight embrace for a long time. We both stood there sobbing in the main room of our flat. She had obsessed over my injuries, and the mark on my neck. I had obsessed over the state Andrew was in.

“In the hospital, medically induced coma because his extensive injuries need time to heal. He kept saying ‘she wasn’t marked, she wasn’t marked’ over and over again on the ambulance ride. I think he’ll be fine though. I just don’t get how someone can just leave him bleeding like that in the dumpster. Absolute monsters.” She had told me.

Finally, I decided that I should go clean myself up and change out of HIS clothes. I backed away from Claire and offered up a sympathetic smile. She returned it and silently let me do as I please.

A quick glance around our flat told me instantly that something was wrong.

“Why are there boxes? What’s going on?” I stammered. My brow furrowed in complete confusion. Claire’s eyes turned sad.

“Miranda, she, well, she got kicked out of the program. Her grades were slipping rapidly and she was failing every class.”

“Holy shit.” Was all I managed to say.

“Yeah, she’ll be back a little later to say good-bye. She is pretty upset, but I think we just have to let her go, no drama. That’s all we can do for her now, Hannah. She is returning to America” I nod and solemnly head off to my bedroom. Poor Miranda. I would miss her antics. Now I was the only American left in the flat.

After taking a shower and changing into my own clothes, I decide to just go to bed. It was only 4 in the afternoon, but I was physically exhausted from the whole day. I made my way over to my increasingly comfortable-looking bed and prepare to lie down, but a little white slip of paper on my pillow catches my eye.

I gingerly pick it up and read the messy handwriting.


Nice try, but I’ll be seeing you soon, Darlin’.
xxxZayn


My heart stops in my chest and I know that I won’t be sleeping at all tonight.

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*A few days later*

After Miranda’s tearful departure, things around the apartment have been strained. Natasha seems to know that Claire and I are hiding something from her. I mean, it’s true, but it’s for her own good.

I never showed Zayn’s mark on me again. I remember from when I had hugged Eleanor I had noticed the scars on her neck. Like me, she had a hickey prominent near her collarbone. But I did see that there were scars from previous hickeys that she hid with makeup.

I did the exact same. People seemed to know, though, that I belonged to Zayn, no matter how much I fight it. I guess word had gotten out about Andrew.

At least I was trying.

“I’ll see you later!” Claire calls as she heads off to class. I smile and wave at her, heading back to our apartment. I no longer cared if I walked alone any more, I almost preferred it. This way, Zayn couldn’t hurt anyone else because of me. I figured he’d find me when he wants to regardless of whether or not I was with someone else.

I still avoided alleys though. That was almost asking for Zayn to take me.

I start a brisk walk in the familiar direction of my home. The cold London air hadn’t ceased from surprising me. I had to hide under my coat for protection.

A quick glance to the left made my heart stop. My spine shivered and I felt the fear rise up from the pit of my stomach. I saw Harry and Liam leaning against a brick building shaded in an alley. They were lighting up some cigarettes and checking out some of my classmates as they walked by. I quickly slid into another alley to avoid them noticing me.

I knew Zayn catching me again was inevitable, but why speed it up?

I continue down the alley, hoping it leads to another road that I could use to take me home.

“What have we here?” A man’s voice chuckled from my right. I jumped and snapped my head in his direction. There stood three guys who all wore tattered jeans and t-shirts. None of them had shaved in a while.

“Hey baby, I can show you a good time.” Another called to me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. A bunch of drunks was all they were.

“Where ya goin’?” The last man asked.

“Leave me alone.” I snapped as they all stepped close to me. I tried to keep walking, but the seeming leader of the group slid in front of me.

“A yank?” He snickered. I held my head high and looked him straight in the eye.

“Move out of my way.” I ordered as politely and as strongly as I could. All of them just laughed. Panic coursed through me. I was almost certain of these men’s intentions, but I almost wished it weren’t true.

“Come on now, sugar. Don’t be like that.” The man behind me laughed. I felt an arm wrap around my waist, but before I could scream, a hand was pressed against my mouth. Thinking as quickly as I could, I bit into the disgusting, dirty hand.

The man in front of me screamed out in pain and then slapped me across the face.

“You bitch!” He snapped. I crumbled to the floor at the sheer force of the blow.

“You hit like a fucking girl.” I laughed at him. I knew this would just make it worse for me, but I couldn’t help myself. He had pissed me off.

And apparently, I had pissed him off too. He kicked his foot into my stomach, prompting me to spit up blood. Lovely, how ladylike of me. I produce a scream that sounds like a hurt animal, but one of the men tugs me back to my feet and slaps his hand over my mouth.

“Enough out of you.”

“Hey, I recognize this girl.” The quietest man spoke up. The other two turned to him.

“What are you talking about, Devon?” The leader sighs.

“Isn’t that Malik’s bird?” Devon continues.

Part of me is disgusted that I am automatically associated with Zayn. I want to stand up for myself and explain my own independence. But then part of me is grateful. Zayn has a certain reign over the streets of London. Maybe the guys would leave me alone if they thought I belonged to Zayn.

To be honest, I’m glad that hand was clamped over my mouth; I wasn’t sure whether to refute or prove his question.

“Are you stupid?” The other one snapped.

“She isn’t marked.” The leader argued. Devon just shrugged his shoulders and allowed them to continue.

“Hold still, sweetheart, and it’ll be quick.” The leader turned to me. Devon slid into place behind me, holding me back while he prevented any sounds from escaping my lips.

I should have listened to them. I shouldn’t have fought back. Did I? Of course. I always do.

The men hungrily tore at my clothes, but I resisted. I sent as many kicks as I could, despite Devon’s struggles. Soon it became more of a beat-up-Hannah session than a rape-this-girl.

Each slap, punch, kick, smack and pull left me weaker and weaker. At one point, I stopped fighting back and slumped against my captor. Did this end the brutal attack? Of course not.

My face was cut up from the hits it took. My body was spotted with black and blue marks already, but other than that was red all over. My limbs had shut down- the pain being too much so they were forced into numbness.

I think the worst part was not being able to yell for help because of the hand on my mouth. I was impressed by Devon. At first, I had sent some pretty nasty bites down on his fingers, but he resisted the urge to pull away.

Nothing sexual had come my way yet. I mean sure, I was pretty much naked with the exception of my bra and panties. But, other than a few kisses and licks placed randomly on my body here and there, most of the violence consisted of actual violence; not rape.

But, I may have spoken to soon.

As I said before, I was left in only my underwear, which must have enticed them. That and being completely defenseless and covered in my own blood. Sick bastards.

The leader stepped forward and wrapped a thick arm around my neck. While he started to moisten up the soft spot on my collarbone with his tongue, his fingers swiftly removed my bra in a quick movement.

The other one was knelt at my side. His hands pulled off my panties, leaving them at my ankles. His fingers teased and groped at my thigh.

The leader had licked over Zayn’s mark when he quickly froze and pulled away.

“What the bloody hell?” He mused. His fingers rubbed against my neck roughly before he gasped and jumped back.

“D-d-devon was right! She’s marked! She was wearing makeup!” He yelped. The man at my nether region stumbled away from me and stared at me in complete fear.

“Shit!” He shouted.

Bouncing in and out of consciousness, I was still able to feel hope bloom in my naked chest. Maybe they would leave me alone now.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” A familiar, raspy voice demanded. I didn’t have time to look at the voice that came from the entrance of the alley. 

“Zayn…” Devon gasped as he released me and jumped away from my battered body.

My legs were too weak to hold me up, so I collapsed onto the floor, banging my head hard on the ground as I hit it.

Not a second passed before the disgusting men were blurred from my vision and blackness took over.