But you promised. (Zayn Malik fanfic)

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Chapter one.

There it was again. Crash. You'd think I'd get used to it by now, but the nights like this never ceased to scare the living daylight out of me. I quickly but quietly hopped out of my bed and made sure my bedroom door was locked. As soon as I had turned the lock, I heard a screech from the living room, answered by my fathers ferocious yells. I bolted back into my bed and ducked under the covers. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four, five, six, seven. Maybe they had passed out early tonight. I let out a shaky relieved sigh until I heard my door being pounded open against it's will. "ZOE CELESTE SMITH!!!!! OPEN THIS DOOR!!!!!" My mom screeched from the other side. "Is that worthless child misbehaving again?" My fathers drunken slurs joined her menacing yells. Him saying things like this didn't even really hurt anymore. I whipped out my phone and texted Zayn

Zayn Malik

*come help me. Please?

I dropped the phone as my mother and fathers combined pounding of the door busted it wide open. I dropped the phone. They were so drunk, it took a good while for them to realize where I was. Zayn should be here by now. He lived ten feet away. The stomps got and louder as my father advanced towards my bed. "It's time to learn some lessons about respect, don't you think Mary?" He asked my mom. "GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE!!!!" He screeched as he ripped back the covers. I screamed. "NO!!! DONT HURT ME!!!!" My high pitched yells caused him to cover my mouth. "Shut up!" He yelled. Grabbing me by my throat and throwing me down onto the floor, he laughed and my mother joined in. I attempted to pull myself up and bolt away, but she grabbed my arm and yanked me back. I watched as my father advanced on me. Where was Zayn? Where was he?! He was never late!! Ever! In one last pleading attempt, I screeched out his name. "ZAYN COME HELP ME!!!!" My father slapped me across the face and...

I woke up screaming for him to stop. Alone. In my bed. Courtney came running into the room. "Zoe?! Are you ok?! Did you have another nightmare?" I didn't answer, just sobbed into my pillow. She laid down on the bed next to me and put her arms around me. "It's ok, it's ok. They can't hurt you now." I breathed in. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. What time is it?" She patted my back. "Sorry? Why would you have to be sorry? It's two twenty. It's ok, you know I don't mind." Courtney had been my best friend since I had moved. She knew everything about me, and mom and dad. Except for Zayn. "Can I tell you something, something I never told anyone?" She nodded, curiosity growing in her eyes. "There was supposed to be someone to come save me. And he never did." She looked confused. "Save you?" I explained. "He was my best friend. Before I got taken away." She nodded. "What was his name?" I inhaled. "His name was Zayn. He was my neighbor. When Libby died, he was there for me like no one else. And you know what started right after she died... And I told him. He got so angry, and told me that any night I needed him to come help, he would be therein ten seconds. I was skeptical, but one night when mom wasn't around he got drunk and I was so scared, so I texted him. And what do you know, a couple seconds later he was at my window. He took a beating, but eventually got my father away from us. He was always there until one night he..." My voice cracked on that last word. Where was he that night? Of all nights? He was out at a party, getting wasted as hell with his new best friend, Liam. I just let more tears stream down my face. "Zoe..." She started. I just shook my head. Sniffling, I picked my head up from being buried in the pillow and wiped my eyes. "I'm ok. It's fine." She sighed. "Go back to bed." I said. "Do you want me to sleep with you?" She asked, my always loyal Courtney. I shook my head. "It's fine." She hesitantly got up. "Good night. See you tomorrow." I said. She walked out my door and cut the lights off.

Zayn's POV

I lied awake and stared out the ceiling. How long had I been awake? An hour, two, or three? Honestly I didn't know. Why had I thought of her? It was so easy to just push her from my mind. Tell myself that she was gone and I didn't have to worry abut her anymore. But where was she? When she had gotten taken away, where was I? Wasted. On Libby's death anniversary, when he did that to her, where was I? Wasted. When she texted me almost every night begging me to come help her, where was I? Getting wasted. I wasn't there for her, when I promised I would be. And now I had no idea where she was, I just hoped that she was safe. Anywhere was better than where she was I guess. What I would give to turn back time, to fix my decisions. I heard Liam fixing something in the kitchen. Figuring that lying here in my own self pity wasn't going to fix anything, I got up and stumbled in the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Liam, drinking a cup of tea. "Morning." He said. "Wha?" I asked. "It's two thirty. Good morning." He stated. I rolled my eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked. I shook my head. "Tell me." He persisted. "You remember when we first started hanging out? And we went to that huge party and got wasted as I don't know what?" He nodded, confusion growing in his eyes. "And you remember that girl, Libby Smith, who died a couple years before that?" He nodded again. "Well her little sister was my neighbor. And her parents abused her. I couldn't stand it. So every time they started, she just had to text me. Well then I met you. And after that night, which also happened to be Libby's death anniversary, I never saved her, and finally the social service department came and took her away. I thought of her today, and I can't get her out of my head. So, that's what's wrong Liam." I said, inhaling. His eyes had widened in shock. "Why did you never tell me?" He almost whispered. "I don't like to think about it." Which was true. I didn't. He thought. "Well, were clean now. Why don't you find her? Tell her your sorry." I stared at him in shock, unexplainable anger rising. "Tell her I'm sorry? Tell her I'm sorry, Liam? If you were her, and I just came up and said sorry, what would you do? Forgive me?! I sure as hell know I wouldn't!" My voice rose with every single syllable. "Woah, mate. Calm down. You know what I think?" He said. "What do you think Liam?" I said sarcastically. "I think your scared. Your scared to go and try and make things right." This really pissed me off. "Scared?! You think I'm scared?! I'm not scared, I'm practical!! There is no way to make this right!!" I screamed at Liam. And with that, I turned walked and walked out the front door, slamming it behind me.