My Reality (Zayn Malik love story)

Chap. 7*

*edited Oct. 11, 2020*

~Litsy~

I groan as I wake up, I feel a pain on the back of my head as I blink trying to see clearly. As much as I blink, I can't see clearly, realizing I have something over my eyes I start to panic. I left my hand up to my face and find that my hands are tied together. Moving both hands I feel some type of cloth over my eyes. As I swallow, I notice some type of cloth inside my mouth that something doesn't let me talk. Cringing slightly, I move to be more comfortable but find that difficult with my legs tied up. I start to remember what happened despite the headache I feel coming:

I wake up and choose some clothes to put on after my shower. Walking into my bathroom slowly so I don't wake up Zayn, that way he's able to sleep in. I take a quick shower, apply some lotions and move to put on my clothes. Pulling my hoodie over my head, I grab my keys and head out the front door to turn on my car. I step out to my doorstep giggling slightly as I remember how Zayn reacts when he's rushed to get ready. I turn to slowly close the door and feel something hit my head. Feeling dizzy, I drop my keys and my vision starts to blur. I can feel myself falling as something comes over my mouth. Unable to controls what comes next blackness takes over my vision and mind.

Someone hit me on the head! But who, why, I would never hurt anyone? "So, you're awake now? About time! I was wondering if I had killed you or something." It's a very familiar voice, TJ, he chuckles slightly. Now it all makes sense and I was terrified of what could happen next, he could kill me. "Oh yeah! I forgot you can't talk; well this is a surprise I have been planning since that night you told me to leave your house. Today you were finally alone so I could do what I had planned. And it came out perfect, we're almost to are destination, just sit tight." His words were running through my head over and over, "planned, destination". How long has he been driving? We can't be far, we can't be, and what about Zayn?

I guess this was bound to happen, I was destined to live the rest of my life with this idiot. Zayn Malik was just another person who I met and couldn't keep like my parents and sister. I'm bound to live a life full of misery, because right when I was happy something came into my life to screw it up.

I really wish I could see where we were going. I wish I had woken up Zayn, I knew this was too good to be true, I only bring trouble. I knew if I was alone for even a minute something was going to happen. I never thought I was going to be kidnapped.

"Ok babe we're here! Wait till you see where I brought you. Our own little getaway from the world babe." I feel his touch on my shoulder and I scoot away quickly. "It's ok babe I won't hurt you, I would never do that." He says as he touches my shoulder again, I do the same thing again. I don't want to give in so easily. Yet, somehow, he manages to grab a hold of me, using my lack of vision to his advantage. He unties my feet leaving my thighs still tied.

I can feel the ground with one of my feet, weird. Coming to the realization that one of my shoes is missing. Is TJ that stupid to leave my shoe? I feel dirt and rocks under, so it must mean we are out in the woods or something. Yeah, sadly there are woods close to where I live, wait that means he didn't take me too far. I just hope Zayn finds me, or someone. Just being here like this, tied up and unable to talk or see makes me feel hopeless. I guess that's what I am, hopeless.

He wraps an arm around my waist in hopes of making me walk faster. I shiver in disgust as I feel him pull me right against his side. I can't believe I ever found this comforting. That his words of approval made my day brighten. Day in and day out I would try to please him in whatever way I could. He never laid a hand on me but that doesn't mean he didn't abuse me. I breathe in slowly as I remember what Zayn said:

You don't need anyone's approval, you're incredible all on your own. Never feel like you need to ask your partner what to wear, if you have permission to study or to hang out with friends. Though he never physically hurt you, it doesn't mean he didn't abuse you. He caused you mental and emotional abuse. I'm here for you, I'll be that listening ear and that shoulder to cry on when your thoughts are conflicting. When that internal battle of right or wrong becomes too much to handle I'll hold you close. When you're angry, sad, lonely, frustrated for no apparent reason; I'll understand and let you feel. We'll get through this together.

I feel a tear go down my cheek as I realize he can't be there for me anymore. Breathing deep, I push that to the back of my mind. Focusing on the movements we're taking. Cringing each time something digs into my foot. TJ was being careful with where we stepped but walking through the woods barefoot, thanks to my sock ripping, meant some pain. Finally coming to a stop, he moved his arm so that his hand could grip my arm. It's not like I was able to run but he didn't want to risk it. I could hear him unlock a door and the creaking sound as it opened made a chill run down my spine.

He put an arm around my back and under my thighs as he picked me up. I panicked as I realized what getting inside meant. Moving my body around in attempt to stop did little to stop him. He only tightened his hold and chuckled. I could feel us move up and the sound of his footstools echoed. The slam of the door made me jump and I could hear him lock it. My heart was beating fast as I felt him up again, probably some stairs. The creak of a door opening had me breathing hard. He moved again and set me down on something. Moving around, I felt grip my foot without a shoe to stop me. Soon I felt something cool and heavy around my ankle. Hearing a clink, dread weighed heavily in my heart. A chain, soon I felt his hands caressing my foot. "Babe, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you baby." I could hear the anguish in his voice as he slowly took off what was left of my sock.

Clearing his throat beside me, I could feel his hands as they undid the cloth on my head. Blinking as the light hit my eyes, the sting of light a welcome sight. Turning my head to look at him, he was looking down at my food sadly. "I'll be back baby, let me wash that up." I gulped and nodded. Deciding to play along would keep alive. He moved out of the room and came back quickly with a first aid kit. "Make sure to bite down on that rag if this hurts ok?"
I nodded, I felt him pat my foot with a cotton ball. Biting down hard as I felt the sting from what he was using. Once he was done, he wrapped my foot with footwrap. Grinning as he finished, he walked out and I took that time to look around. I was on a bed and the room I was in was empty. Plain tan walls with oak flooring.

He walked back in and came to touch my head. I flinched and closed my eyes thinking he was going to hit me. He cringed at my reaction when I opened my eyes. "I'm only going to check your head." I looked down as I let him check what he did. He quickly dabbed it; the slight sting told me it wasn't too bad. He quickly bandaged it and moved to lay a bed sheet over me. Smiling at me he moved to the door, closing it, I could hear him lock it from the outside.

Finally having time to process what to do I moved my foot and saw I wouldn't be able to move very far. Now that I'm not moving, I could feel the stings from where the rocks and sticks on the ground might've cut my foot. I noticed the window where the light was coming from had bars, great, no hope escaping through there. Remembering how TJ moved up, I'm probably upstairs. The light outside showed me it must be midday. Moving myself deeper into the bedsheets I moved my hands to attempt to take off the cloth in my mouth. Getting it out I put it besides me as I finally felt able to breathe deeply. I knew screaming right now would be a bad idea while TJ was in this weird emotional state. I never screamed around him, it only meant him screaming at me and telling me how worthless I am.

Closing my eyes, I felt how tired my body was. I let my mind drift off. Sleep would let me escape, even for just a little bit.

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