Begin Again

Chapter 8

~Hey! I'm pretty bored over here since the rest of the lads went to do who knows what. Wanna hangout?

I blinked a few times. Nope, I wasn't imagining it. Zayn had just texted me asking if I wanted to hangout. Well I definitely didn't have anything else to do, so why not?

-Sure! Where?

~is ur room okay? Mine is a mess and I don't really feel like going somewhere that I'll just get mobbed.

-that's fine! Room 1132.

Mom would kill me if she found out that I had a guy in our hotel room alone, but it's not like we're gonna do anything so it's not that bad.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. I hopped up and opened up the door.

Zayn was standing in the doorway and smiled "Hi!"

Letting him in, I laughed "Please don't mind the mess."

While motioning to my room he replied "Mess? This is not a mess."

He lounged on my bed while I sat on Bella's. As I started flipping through channels Zayn kept adjusting the pillows in an attempt to get more comfortable.

I giggled while raising an eyebrow "Comfortable?"

After a few seconds, and a few more adjustments to the pillows, he finally chuckled "Yep!"

The tattoos on his arms caught my eye. Tattoos have always been interesting to me. Zayn noticed my stare and asked "Are you not comfortable with all my tattoos?"

"No! They're just really cool! Tattoos have always kind of interested me. Wow, that sounds kinda weird now that I say it out loud."

He laughed a little "No, it's not weird."

Becoming slightly embarrassed I said "Well this is gonna seem weird, but can I see your arm?"

Smiling, Zayn moved his arm towards me. I lifted up his arm and studied all of the different tattoos. Giggling, I ran my finger over his giant 'ZAP!' tattoo. Breaking the silence, Zayn asked "Have you ever thought of getting one?"

Nodding, I continued to study the different tattoos covering his arms. "Do they hurt?"

He shrugged "Yeah, but it depends what you get and where you get it."

Out of no where, Zayn laughed "I would not have pegged you as a tattoo kind of girl."

Dropping his arm, I smirked "I wouldn't pegged you as the 'Bradford Bad Boi' since I've heard you're scared of quite a lot of things."

Shaking his head a little, Zayn laughed.

The ringtone on my phone started blasting, scaring the crap out of me! I ran over and grabbed it, pressing it to my ear without bothering to look at the caller I.D. I asked "Hello?"

Immediately I froze when I heard the other person start speaking. "Hi, Daniel. I know you're at Mohegan Sun. You're brothers and I ARE going to find you and you WILL be punished. If you think before was bad then you're not even going to be able to comprehend your punishment. This is a little cliché but you can run, but you can't hide. Let the games begin, little bitch."

Everything muscle in my body tense and my mind raced. The line went dead and the phone cluttered to the floor. What if he finds me? What if my brothers find me? What if all three of them find me?

The whole world seemed to freeze in that moment. I couldn't hear a sound, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. Everything seemed so far out of reach.

Eventually I started to feel Zayn shaking me and yelling "DJ! DJ!"

Gasping loudly, I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. Zayn studied my face before gently asking "DJ, are you okay?"

My mouth seemed abnormally dry and I couldn't put words together. Instead, I just shook my head no as a tear or two started to form.

Two arms were wrapped around me as I was pulled into a hug. I buried my face into his shoulder as he rocked me back and forth trying to sooth me. "It's okay. Shh. It's okay."

Composing myself, I apologized "Sorry about that..."

"Don't worry about it. Do you want to talk about it?"

Almost laughing at my messed up life, I sighed "My life is just... really really screwed up."

I flopped down onto the bed. Zayn sat down next to me, "How so? You're a lovely young woman, I wouldn't be surprised if you had tons of guys after you."

Burrying my face into the blankets, I mumbled "But how can someone be beautiful when they're covered in scars?"

Just by the silence that followed that statement, I could tell Zayn had heard and was completely confused. "What scars?"

Hesitantly I sat up to face him. He repeated "What scars?"

Trying to brush off the topic, I said "um so when do you need to head out?"

"You're not getting off that easy," Zayn stated. "What scars?"

Before I could answer, Zayn's phone buzzed. He sighed "I have to go down now. Text me or call me later, okay?"

I nodded as Zayn hugged me quickly before walking out the door. Once I was alone again my mind started running nonstop. It was over. This whole thing in America was done. The minute my dad or brothers find me I'll probably never be able to leave the house.

I've never really believed in God, I mean, if there was a God then why would so many innocent people die everyday. But for once I dropped to my knees with hands folded. "Hi, uh, God? I don't really know how this exactly works so please try to bear with me. I know I haven't really believed in you and everything but I'm in some really deep shit - I mean - I'm in a lot of trouble right now. Sorry. I'm just asking for help. I'm so scared. If you're really up there, and if you're really listening, I need you're help. Please."

I'm not sure if it worked or if I was just talking to myself but I felt a little bit better. Maybe God could pull a few strings up there to help me out.