Wicked Lust

Chapter 10

I swallowed harshly at the bitter words and it puzzled together why Zayn never cared about what he said or did. I took another glance down at words that must've hit him most. Why would he keep this? All of the little things and the beating and the smoking..it all made sense now. I stood carefully and found Zayn standing behind me with his arms crossed. My eyes widened and I let my jaw drop trying to explain the uncomfortable situation he found me in.

"Zayn, I-"

"Done going through my things?"

Zayn snatched the letter out of my hand and glared at me. I didn't have the right to read it, but I did have the right to know why he was the way he was. I crossed my arms and looked down at the ground.

"I know why you're so..like that now. Zayn, your mum sounds like a bitter troll, but that shouldn't give you a reason to throw away your life to nothing but partying and drinking. Th-"

"I don't need advice from some stripper. Serenity, quit giving so much damn trouble and just be a good girl and listen to what I say. Do what I tell you and that pretty face will stay pretty."

Zayn smirked for the first time in a while, sending chills through my spine. I'd never seen him smile, then again I don't think anyone has ever seen him smile. I sighed briefly and nodded, half admiting that he terrified me. Zayn gave a quick nod and walked out to go to his room. The clock was ticking a little past midnight, but I wasn't the least bit tired. The words jotted down on that page haunted my mind and ran in circles with an evil voice reading it aloud to me. I ignored the crutches and hobbled over to Zayn's room. He wasn't in there, but then I heard noise in the living room. Zayn was seated down by the living room fireplace. I went over and sat next to him. With a little hint of fear, I hesitantly rested my head on his lap.

"I never knew my mum or dad," I started, hoping it would get him to open up, "They put me up for adoption when I was a month old. I lived in foster care half of my life. It was always crowded and some of the kids were really sick, the rest were just mean. School was the only place I could get away from it. When I was about ten, Nora and Ben Thompson adopted me. At first, it was wonderful and all, but then Ben started coming home drunk. He hit me and Nora would just watch. I hated it, but finally after two years, I ran away..."

"Did it get better?" I was suprised Zayn asked a question, but was even more caught of guard but the fact that he was listening.

"No, everything got worse. I was twelve and homeless. I'd steal food just to keep myself alive, but then this man came up to me. He offered me a home, toys and food. I was so stupid to say yes. He took me to his home..and stole the last bit of innocence I had in me. I was locked up in his room for almost a year as his sexual toy until he finally had a heart attack and died. From the time I was 13, I stole so much and ran away a lot. When I was 16, I finally decided to be a stripper. Getting money was easy and I didn't have to run away. Now...here I am..laying my head on the lap of a boy who hit me."

Zayn was quiet after that even after I broke out into tears.

"I know you don't like this, but please hold me. I just need it right now. I'll leave you alone the rest of the night after this." I sniffled and sat up, putting my legs on either side of him and hugging him tightly.

I laid my head in the crook of his neck and kept my arms wrapped tightly around him. I could feel Zayn's boner, but then again, I was half naked and we hadn't had sex in some time. Zayn's arms wrapped around me slowly, letting me feel safe again. I ran my hand down his chest and pulled away a little to stare at his face. He was so delicate and handsome up close, giving me courage to lean in and kiss him. I cupped his face and kissed his lips. feeling little effort from him, but feeling some sort of kissing back.