You're Breaking Me.

Chapter 7.

Riri's POV

I was ripped off the bed by Zayn. He looked into my eyes and I could tell he was in deep thought. He took in a breath to start yelling, but he stopped himself and started talking in a calm tone.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing." I lied. His eyes turned from a dark brown to a clouded hazel.

"Why?!" This time he sounded madder.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked to the floor. "You," I whispered. I was partially sad for myself for wanting to end my life. I felt bad that I had to go through this.

Zayn snatched my shoulders and pulled me so close that I could feel his cool breath creep down my spine. His breath reeked of alcohol. "Tell me!" I looked at the ground and sighed. He tightened his grip on my shoulders and I cried out in pain. He grunted and threw me over his shoulder. "What the fuck Zayn! Let me go!!!!" I screamed and kicked, but he still held a firm grip on me.

"AHHHGHHGGHGHHH!" I screamed as loud as I could. Zayn slapped me. "What the fuck are you doing!? Shut up!" I started crying and Zayn threw me on the floor. He kicked me once and went to kick me again, but he stopped. I was crouched in a ball on the floor. Zayn bent over and gently patted my back. I looked at him, my eyes filled with sad wonder. "Why are you doing this?! Don't you love me!?" Zayn looked away and stopped patting my back. He stood up and walked downstairs. I sat in my ball shape and cried. I sat there for what felt like hours. Zayn came up the stairs and walked towards me. "Are you hungry?" He held out a plate of macaroni and cheese. I just sat there, lost in my thoughts. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face to his. His breath still smelt of alcohol. "I said are you hungry?" He raised his voice a bit. He bit his lip and stood up. "I SAID ARE YOU HUNGRY?!" I jumped at the sudden change in tone. "Y-yes." I took the plate from him and walked downstairs. I sat on the couch and silently ate my Mac n' cheese. I finished and took my plate and placed it in the sink. "Do the dishes while your there." I turned around and faced him. "No way am I doing your dishes! I'll do mine not yours!" He walked over to me and I shivered, afraid of what he was going to do.

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So I was in this filthy room. I don't know why he chose the basement, I mean seriously, have some feeling. The lights were turned off, so it was pretty dark. Anything could happen. Anyone could come and hurt me and I wouldn't know who it would be.

I shook that thought off.

I tried to look around. But I couldn't because it was dark.

Wow, I'm so stupid.

I sighed and sat down. I sat down on something squishy. Ew, what the fuck! I jumped up and almost gave myself whiplash. But I didn't. Lucky me. I walked forward with my hands out. I felt a wall and leant against it.

How long have I been down here, 2 days? I've been down here with no food or water. I had a piece of bread in my pocket. But I ran into a wall and dropped it. Don't ask why.

I sighed and slid down the wall. My stomach growled and I groaned. My stomach hurt so bad. I don't want to die like this. From starvation.

Scratch that, I would rather die like this than die because of Zayn.

I almost started crying, but I remembered I have to be strong.

I have to be strong and suck it up. I sat up straight and bit my lip. It distracted me from my stomach pain. A sharp pain suddenly rippled through my stomach. Why me? Why couldn't it be someone else? Anyone else? I sighed and stood up. I bent over and held my stomach. I felt something crawling up my leg. I winced as I felt something bite me. I squealed and shook my leg. It was probably a spider. I hate spiders.

The door opened to a crack. The light from the hallway shone down into the basement I walked towards the door. It shut just as I went to grab the doorknob. I cussed and stood there. I stood there for what felt like an hour and decided to walk downstairs. The door opened again. I walked up to the door again but it shut. I got frustrated and grabbed the doorknob. I ripped it open viscously. Luckily it was unlocked. Zayn stepped back as I rampaged through the door. "I'm out!" I laughed. Instead of yelling at me to go back downstairs, he smacked me. He caught me off guard and I stumbled backwards. "What was that for?!" He replied by giving me another smack. Before I could stop myself, I smacked him back. His eyes darkened and he dragged me to the couch. I tried to scream but his hand was over my mouth. I pulled it away, but he flung his other hand over my mouth. He used his other hand to hold my hands back. He threw me on the couch. I got up and tried to run away. He caught me by the waist and whispered into my ear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you...that bad." I shivered and tried to escaped from his grip. He pulled my to the couch and pushed me so I was laying down. I slowed down my breathing rate. My heart raced and then it slowed down. My vision blurred and my eyelids lowered. Just as Zayn crawled on me, everything went black.

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I woke up still on the couch. I don't remember what I dreamt about. That's a first.

I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. I was sore. That little shit must've raped me. Uggh! I stood up ignoring the pain and almost instantly fell to the ground. My legs were weak like rubber. I gave up on trying to get up and just laid there. On the floor. Alone.

I looked around and noticed Zayn's shoes weren't at the door. Great just great. Now I have to lay here until he gets back. Right on que, Zayn walked in carrying a handful of groceries. He walked into the kitchen. I was alone once again in the living room.

Zayn's POV

I don't remember much, I just remember driving to the store.

I put down the bags on the counter and looked at them. Where do I start? I took one bag and peaked in it. A box of butter, a gallon of milk, and a bag if chips were in it. I took the gallon of milk and opened the fridge. I pushed a jar of strawberry jelly to the side. At first it didn't budge. I pushed harder and it moved, but everything came spilling out. Containers of food splattered on the ground and splashed all over my face. I gagged and ran upstairs. Fuck this shit. I'm going to take a quick shower and then a bath.

I finished taking my bath and walked out of the bathroom. A towel was wrapped firmly around my waist. I changed into a black T-shirt and a pair of grey gym shorts. I spent 5 minutes drying my hair and 20 minutes sculpting it to a quiff. Before I left, I looked in the mirror one last time. I made a silly face just to amuse me and went downstairs to check on Riri.

She was laying on the floor. I gasped and walked to her side. She was unconscious again. I picked her up and laid her on the couch. I slapped her an she snapped awake. "What the f-". "Were you sleeping?" "Yes! So why did you wake me?!" I shrugged my shoulders and sat down beside her. "Movie?" "Sure." I sat up and clicked channel 35 on. The show 'How I Met Your Mother'. She smiled and pecked me on the cheek. "This is my favorite."

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Sorry I haven't updated lol. I've been busy with work. But wow! Almost over 100 reads! You guys are the best!