Lust

Chapter Eleven

~ Chapter Eleven ~

Evelyn’s Point of View

“So….this is why you wanted to leave.” I said as it became quite awkward.

It was like a staring competition.

I was in complete and utterly in disbelief and shock.

He was standing right in front of me. Zayn.

My heart felt like it was seizing up and made my body burn in some kind of pain which was indescribable.

Adrian moved towards me, and stood in front of me, pushing my body back behind his body; shielding me from Zayn’s peering eyes. “Stop it,” I murmured loud enough for Adrian to hear, but quiet enough so he wouldn’t hear.

Adrian gave me a scolding look to scare me back, but it didn’t work.

I walked up to Zayn and studied his features.

His brown eyes looked like they were sparkling and twinkling in the dark. His eyes met mine and held me captivated. His eyes looked like mine – as if he hadn’t slept for months at a time. The bags under his eyes proved that. His creamy tannish skin looked the all the colour was drained from them and left him as white as snow. There were several bruises on his face that looked really bad. I thought Adrian’s was bad, but his looked worse. His face was freshly shaved and I could smell his delicious smell that he always used to wear, it made me swoon every time we danced because his scent was over powering and made my mind go into some sort of frenzy.

Overall, I could tell he was sad on the inside. Like me. His eyes were pleading with mine, and I immediately glared elsewhere. I would not allow his to mess with me again. He finally opened his mouth to speak, and I braced myself.

“Evelyn, I’m so glad you’re here, I can finally explain myself.” He began, stepping closer to me. I crossed my arms and took a step back.

“There’s nothing for you to explain.” I said, coldly.

“Evey, I-“

“You do not call me ‘Evey.’ My name is Evelyn, and that is what you will call me, you got that? You lost the privilege to call me ‘Evey’ when you decided that I was no longer good enough for me and cheated on me.” I spat.

I wasn’t a mean person. I was never rude to anybody, and it took a lot to make me want to punch someone. And that’s what he did; he made me want to punch the living daylights out of him. I was a nonviolent person as well, but whenever I was around Zayn Malik, he changes me. He makes me someone that I know I’m not.

He blinds me.

It’s funny because when we first split, I used to think about what I would do if I ever saw him again.  I expected it to be cheesy, and he declared his undying and everlasting love for me, and oh, how I would jump back into his arms again and smell his delicious scent but that isn’t happening. Mindless daydreaming was all it ever was.

He didn’t speak again, and I was okay with that. Maybe I was expecting him to go down on his knees and beg for my forgiveness and plead with me, but it didn’t happen.

I backed away, still facing him. I scoffed in disgust and said loudly, “Come Adrian, let’s go home and get you cleaned up.”

Adrian sighed and held my hand again, squeezing it gently in support.

I heard him call my name again, and I turned around.

“Evelyn, wait! Give me five minutes, please.” The desperation in his voice was evident. I turned around and sighed. Zayn always had some sort of control over me. I don’t know how he did it, but I was always felt compelled by him. He had this aura around him that just screamed it.