Demons

Chapter 45

*ZAYN'S POV*

"Any last words?"

Today had been a great day. Note the sarcasm.

I was already missing Lacey. And now, I knew I could never see her again. She made it pretty clear she didn't want to be near me. I didn't know if I could handle that. How could I have been so stupid? When would it ever be a good idea to express your feelings for someone?

And now she was gone. I should have known better. She had a boyfriend. And she loves him. I could never come between that, even though I wanted to. I noticed that their bond was strong and only a fool would think that Lacey and I were closer than that. Well, you did so that makes you the fool.

I guess I had reason to believe I could win her over. I knew the deepest parts of her. And even though I tried my hardest to hide away from her, she knew things about me no one else ever did. Of course I would fall for her. Anyone would. She's Lacey.

She was probably having so much fun with her boyfriend. Except when his best friend tried to hurt her. Despite my current predicament, I shuddered just at the thought of seeing someone else touch her like that. I could still see his pathetic face, all bruise up, on the floor at my feet and mercy. I could've killed him for doing that to my Lacey. What do you mean: your Lacey?

Either way, I was just relieved that I was there before her situation turned into rape. For if it had turned into that, I would be in jail right now, tried for the murder of Niall whatever-the-fuck-his-last-name-was.

Noticing my deep thought, Sylvia raised an eyebrow at me.

"I said: any last words?" She whispered, leaning into my ear. Her pretty yet devilish smile had turned into a playful smirk. Psycho bitch. Sure, she was beautiful; any guy with eyes could tell you the same. But she was no Lacey. There was no good in her.

All that was all Lacey could ever be. Some guys would be repelled by that, knowing this girl had morals. But I wasn't. I should have been, and then I wouldn't have gotten into that mess.

"Zayn, do you have any last words? Or are you just going to be that easy to kill?" Sylvia threatened, and I was sure that she was certifiably insane.

"Yes they're: get the hell off of me." I growled and pushed her off of my body with ease. She was hovering over me as I lay on the ground and held an unloaded gun to my head. To her, this was fun. To me, this was messed up. It amazed me – and not in a good way – how Malcolm was able to turn this ex-supermodel into a serial killer.

"You're no fun, unlike Josh. He loves to be pinned down by me," shegiggled, and I frowned at her.

"You had better stop using him for whatever pleasure you're so desperate for because he will end up dead, and you know it. If Malcolm finds out, sure maybe he will leave you but he wouldn't hurt you. Josh? Yeah, he won't have the same fate." I spat, and she ran right to me, pushing me against the wall. It didn't take much strength on her part; I was standing right next to it.

"Listen, Zayn. If you think I am just using Josh, you are dead wrong. I would never let anything to happen to him. And Malcolm finding out would be the worst possible thing to happen to the both of us. Got it?" Sylvia hissed in a hushed tone, for Malcolm was somewhere in the house.

"You and I don't care about him to the same length."

"Yes we do. We just have different ways of showing it." She again whispered into my ear seductively, but I hated her too much for it to have any effect on me.