My Reality (Zayn Malik love story)

Chap. 8*

*edited Oct. 11, 2020*

~Zayn~

A week later...

As the days pass my hope seems to diminish, this past week has been a nightmare. No updates of her whereabouts or even if she's still breathing. The police are searching for her and I've been trying to do everything I can. With little time left, this weekend is coming faster then I wanted, and my chest constricts at just the thought of never seeing her again.

Her aunt has been looking for her like crazy, contacting everyone she knew, but no hope. My mates have tried helping me but no luck either.

"Mate you all right." A concerned Liam asks me.

"No, losing her has shown me what it feels like to be without her. In the little time I spent with her I grew attached. The more days that pass the more I realize that I won't get to see her again and it won't be long now before we leave." My voice cracks at the end as I try to breathe.

"Mate I'm really sorry to hear that. I didn't want to be the one to tell you but it's time to go. Come on, you can't stay here anymore." Today I was moving back into the hotel I was staying at originally when we got here. I was saying goodbye to her room, her belongings; glancing around I noticed the sweater she forgot in the limo the first day I met her. Smiling softly, I grabbed it and took it with me as another form of remembering her.

During the initial investigation of her going missing I was useless. I had no idea what she was wearing or doing. I was even accused, didn't take very long for the detective to dismiss the idea when the fingerprints on her shoe weren't mine. It's like he left the shoe there on purpose. I really wish I could go back in time and ask her to wake me up. To have woken up before her and to have her within reach once more.

May

It's nearing the end of May now; she was supposed to graduate within this week. Yet, they still haven't found her and the only trace we had led nowhere. TJ took her away and hid her were no one would ever look.

I've kept in touch with her aunt to know what's going on as I finish off the rest of tour. Our last stop is set two days from now and we are heading back to California. The idea alone is overwhelming for me as I think back on my fond memories of her.

~Litsy~

It's been, what? Four, five or is it six months? I can't remember anymore, I lost track after a month. I've been stuck in this stupid cabin with TJ since the day he took me. I have so many scars, bruises, cuts, hits, the damage and abuse was draining. The day he took me was the day that my life changed. Every night since then, I can't sleep and when I do. I dream of Zayn and how he is better off without me.

I look down at the fading bruises on my arm and pull down my sleeve as I think back. My living situation with TJ is ok as long as I do what he says and do it right, I don't get hurt as often. I've tried to escape but no luck, he always gets me. I've been abused in multiple ways that I've grown accustomed to this reality.

My hair is black now and I wear a black sweater with my hood up. My shoes are black, and my jeans are ripped. Whenever we go to the stores, I dress like that because this is how TJ wants me to dress. Makes it less likely for anyone to recognize us if I look completely different.

TJ said that in two days we we're going out again. Out of habit he told me to wash the laundry and make sure everything was clean so I could be ready. Having gotten on his good side one time, I asked if I could visit my favorite park. The one where I met Zayn, a place that has begun to be my own place of calm in the storm. Ever since then he knows if he doesn't let me go there, I will throw a tantrum; I think the part of him that loves me feels guilty and he allows it every time we go out.

~Zayn~

Two days later...

After arriving at the airport, we made our way to the same hotel as last time. For some reason I felt happy, I even cried of joy. When we had some free time to get away, Liam and I left to take a walk. I decided to explain to him how I met Litsy. I told him how just like this time, I went out for fresh air and saw a girl sitting on a bench crying at the park. "Just like that one" pointing to someone who was in the same bench and doing the same thing.

I rubbed my eyes more than once just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I even told Liam to pinch me, realizing I wasn't imagining anything I blinked quickly and motioned Liam to what I was going to do. My instincts taking over, I run towards her and quickly sit by her. The thought of TJ being close crosses my mind, but I quickly dismiss it knowing our bodyguards are keeping watch.

"Litsy, is that you?"

Her voice is so weak, but yet I can tell it's her, "Za-Zayn," she says as she looks at me with a scared face. Looking over her face I try to memorize of every inch her, trying to control my anger as I catch a glimpse of the bruises and scars scattered around her skin. Her face seems hollower and her hair is no longer brunette. I breathe in deeply realizing how much she's changed.

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The picture on the side is the park where they met!

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