You're Breaking Me.

Chapter 6.

Riri's POV

I woke up sore. I can't always do that like how Zayn wants me too.

You know what? Fuck him. I don't care if I'm stuck here forever or what. I'm going to do what I want.

"Good morning babe." He said to me. He was laying under the covers with me. My arm was still sore. "Don't fucking talk to me." He smacked me and pulled my hair. "What's wrong with you?!" "Let goooo let go!"

I smacked him back and smirked. I was proud of myself for fighting back.

He jumped on me and started punching me repeatedly. I was screaming but no sound came out. My nose was pouring blood but Zayn kept going. I tried to push him off and he fell off, lucky me. He came back up and ripped out a fistful of hair. That's it I've had enough. I jumped on top of him and started hitting him back. "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?!" I'm pretty sure his nose started bleeding too. He picked me up and threw me at across the room.

I laid on the floor, too tired to fight back. He walked over to me and stood above me. He squatted down and placed his finger under my chin. "You should've learned by now that I always win." I spit on his foot. He started hitting me more. All over. I couldn't move. I was sore and tired. I had to sit there and endure the pain.

He stood up and started kicking my stomach. I was already bleeding from my nose. I started bleeding from my mouth. I started gagging and more blood came out.

I drifted into a blanket of darkness.

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I felt something wet under my body. I put my hand next to me and felt a liquid. It was pitch black, so I couldn't see what it was. I stuck out my index finger and licked it. Salty.

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I snapped back to reality. Zayn was nowhere in sight. It felt like it was around 6:00 pm. I was laying in a pool of liquid, like how I dreamt. I placed my hand down and cringed at the gooey, sticky liquid beneath me. I held up my hand and started crying. It was blood. I scanned my eyes up and down my body. I had dried scabs all over my legs. I tried to sit up, but I was too weak.

Zayn walked in a gasped. "What happened to you?!"

"You should know!" I whisper-shouted. My throat was sore. Zayn's eyes turned from dark brown to a cloudy hazel. I thought I saw tears cover the surface of his eyes. He walked over to me and picked me up bridal style and carried me to his black Cadillac Escalade. He laid me in the back seat and got in the front seat. He slammed his foot on the gas petal. "I'm going to take you to the hospital." I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

"What! Why did you roll your eyes at me!"

"Nothing."

We reached the hospital and parked in the parking lot next to the door. Zayn carried me to the front desk and started crying. For real.

"My girlfriend! She fell down the stairs at our house and she started bleeding really bad!!" The lady behind the counter gasped and pushed a red button that said 'EMERGENCY' on it. A doctor immediately walked out of the hallway. He spotted me and told Zayn to follow him. He led us to a room with lots of hospital beds and set me down on one. Zayn kissed my forehead. "I love you babe."

The doctor wheeled me away to a large corridor that said 'emergency check-in'. Zayn followed the doctor and sat in a booth to fill out paperwork. The doctor wheeled me behind a curtain. He propped me up on some pillows and asked me some questions.

"How did you fall down the stairs?"

I struggled to find a reasonable explanation. "I missed a step." I could hear what the lady was asking Zayn. He must've heard me because that's the excuse he used.

"How are you related to Riri?"

"She's my girlfriend."

Am I really his girlfriend? I don't know. I love him, but he's abusive and, what would you call it, over-protective?

The doctor scribbled something on his clipboard and wheeled me into a different room. Zayn followed, but the doctor told him to stay behind. Zayn froze in his tracks and looked at me. I nodded and let the doctor wheel me into the other room.

The room looked like the last but smaller. It was blue and it only had one bed: I was laying in it. The nurse next to me hooked me up to an IV and pored a tube of clear liquid into it.

My eyelids began to lower. I didn't want to fall asleep. I have weird dreams. I fought back and forced them open. They unwillingly lowered.

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I walked through the field of daffodils, searching for something. I'm not sure what. In the middle of the field, was one lonely rose. I picked it and tucked it in my hair. I lowered onto the flowers and laid down. I stared at the sky, occasionally spotting clouds that were in the shape of animals or plants.

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I opened my eyes and found Zayn laying next to me. I jumped and fell off the bed. He had frightened me. He sat up and laughed at me. How nice.

"Hahaha, why are you on the floor?"

I scowled at him. "Ha ha. Very funny. I rolled off and hurt my side. Can you help me up?

"Be a big girl and use your muscles."

I struggled to get up. I'm pretty sure I busted a couple stitches open. I lifted my shirt and looked at my side. I was horrified. It was covered in stitches, worse than Frankenstein. I only had stitches on my side. I had scabs on my legs and bruises on my arms. To make it worse, I had a black eye.

I stood up and smacked Zayn. Some of my stitches were busted...because of him. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. He was about to hit me when the doctor came in.

"Is everything alright in here?"

"Yes. I was just fixing Riri's shirt." He let go of me and sat on the chair next to my bed. I walked over to my bed and laid down.

"When I was sleeping, I must've broke a few stitches. Can you fix them?" I lifted up my shirt and showed him.

"You only broke a few. It's fine." I slid my shirt down and glared at Zayn.

You're off the hook this time, buddy.

"You're free to go home now. You just have bruises, scratches, and stitches." He walked out and shut the door behind him.

Zayn walked over to me and flung me over his shoulder. I grunted and let him carry me. There was no use fighting back.

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