Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Chapter 17

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~Lydia's P.O.V~

"And I'm sick of you," I mutter, "jerk." I reveal the knife, and point it at his chest. Just where his beating heart is.

"What the-" He starts.

"And I'm sick of you controlling me." I stare at his hazel eyes, with a strong hatred behind mine.

"What a-are you doing? P-put the knife down!" He panics, looking around, as if searching for something that would help him. But the knife I'm holding is pointed at his chest, and there is no way he can move an inch without I lose it, and stab him.

"Stuttering now, are we?" I look at him, amusement in my eyes.

"You d-don't know what you're doing. Just put the damn thing down." He reasons.

I can feel his heart beating so fast in his rib cage due to the proximity of the knife to his muscular chest. And the creepiest part is, I'm loving the feeling. I can feel the adrenaline rush. It's such a foreign feeling, I have never felt it before, and I regret this-not getting to feel it before, I mean.

"Actually, sweetheart," I mock him, "I know exactly what I'm doing. And I'm loving this." I put more pressure on his chest, but not enough to cut his skin open. I smirk at him as I twirl the knife in my hand, and watch him rub where the knife has just been. Just when I see him backing away a bit, I replace the knife on his chest, but this time, I drag it up to his neck, and trace it torturously slow. "Guess what, little boy," he raises his eyebrows at the name I gave him, "oh, that's right. I am the one holding the knife. I am in control. And you? You're just a little motherfücking boy." I press the knife against his neck. I can feel him swallowing, and having difficulties doing it, at that.

"Lydia, let's talk . . . We can solve problems by talking!" He tries, but I dig the knife into his neck. I see blood trickling out of it. It wasn't much, but enough to make me grin wider.

"Fück! S-Stop that! You're h-hurting me!" He cries out.

"Aww, little boy is scared like a damn chicken." I purse my lips at him, and pretend to feel bad, but then I glare at him. And suddenly, I start laughing. Yes, laughing, like a damn psychopath! My laugh erupted in the kitchen, and I press my knife more, making him back away until his back hits the fridge.

"L-Lydia . . . Do you realize what you're doing?" He looks into my eyes, probably trying to intimidate me with his hazel ones. But no, that's not gonna work.

"Of course, sweety, I know what I'm doing." I smile ironically. "I'm getting my revenge. You ruined my entire life, by just walking into my house, through the goddamned door! I had to do things I have never even thought of doing before! You made me let go of my friends, you made me steal money from my boss, you made me break up with my boyfriend, the guy who I'm so in love with since high school." I stop for a second, remembering the still-fresh incident that happened with Niall in this cursed kitchen.

It seems like all my problems are beginning in this kitchen . . .

Once I get to reality, I glare at him, so hard, that I can almost feel myself shooting arrows with my look. "You made me lose Niall!! You had the guts to tell him you're my fuck buddy! I look now like nothing more but a slut to him! All these years, we were working on building trust between us . . . because a relationship should be based on trust. And you ruined it for me!!" I yell, and take a deep breath before going on, "and worst of all . . . you ruined me." I smirk.