~Guardian Angel~ H.S (interracial)

Chapter 1

Zailee's pov

"Night, Cynthia!" I shouted. I slipped off my apron and neatly placed it on the hook. I shrugged on my heavy, navy winter coat and set of into the cold January air.

I wrapped my light grey scarf around my neck, neatly tucking it underneath my chin.

The white nail polish on my nails was chipping off and it needed re-painting, badly.

I huffed out a gust of air and watched my breath become visible in the cold air. Cynthia had been asking questions about my bruises again, where I'd gotten them from and why I always had them. I couldn't exactly tell her that my boyfriend beat me up day in and day out.

I eventually came up to the bus stop, only to see that the bus wouldn't be arriving for another 14 minutes. I muttered a string of curse words before taking out my phone to call Dantè.

It rung three times before he picked up.

"Where are you?!" He yelled into the phone

"B-babe? I'm at the b-bus stop. The bus w-won't be here for another 14 minutes." I stuttered

"Don't lie Zailee! You're probably fucking some random dude, aren't you?!"

"No babe! I'm at the bus stop. I-i was wondering if y-you could pick m-me up?" I asked

"You've got two legs haven't you? Well then, use those!" He yelled the last part before hanging up. I angrily tugged at my hair, mentally cursing myself for choosing tonight to work an extra shift.

I made a start to get up and walk home, when a silver rolls Royce pulled up in front of you. Cynthia rolled down her window

"Get in hun. I'll take you home." She smiled sweetly

"Oh, Cynthia, no. No I can't. You have things to do...I'll walk." I shrugged, turning my back on her.

"Zailee..."

I sighed before slowly walking towards her car. I opened the door and sat down on her warm leather seats.

"So...?" She started

I huffed and looked out of the window.

"Look. I don't know what's going on, or why you're so determined to push me away. I just-"

"You just what?! Huh? You just wanna know what's bothering me, o-or why I never come to your snooty work drinks?! My life is personal for a reason Cynthia!"

"Zailee, I didn't mean to intrude, i-i don't know, I just feel like there's something you're not telling me...."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't take out my anger on you." I sighed. The rest of the car ride was awkward and silent. Thankfully we pulled up to the house a few minutes later.

I practically threw my seatbelt off.

"Thank you. I'll, erm, see you tomorrow." I flashed her a fake smile.

"Zailee-" I slammed the door shut, cutting her off.

I watched as she hesitantly took off, and walked towards my shared flat (apartment) with Dantè. I closed the door lightly, only for someone to grab my wrists, pinning me against the wall.

"So." He gave a wry laugh "Where were you today, slut?" His breath reeked off beer and spit was foaming in the corners of his mouth.

"My boss gave me a lift, because my own boyfriend couldn't be bothered." I spat. He chuckled and looked me dead in the eye. Shit.

"N-no I didn't mean that! Y-you don't have t-to pick me up all the time." The tears in my eyes threatening to spill.

"Damn right I don't!" He grabbed the back of my head and yanked my head upwards.

"Go and wait on the bed." He hissed.

"But I-"

"Now!" He barked

I walked towards the bedroom, holding back my sobs. I took off my clothes with trembling hands, wanting this to be over and done with.

Not even five minutes later, Dantè burst in with a beer bottle in his hand.

"Right." He took a swig out of the bottle. "Let's get this over and done with."

---------------------------------------------------

It was quick today. Only 45 minutes. He pulled out of me and threw the condom to the other side of the room.

"Still as tight as I remember." He laughed.

That laugh made me sick to my stomach. I got up and made a beeline for the bathroom. I filled the bathtub completely with hot water.

I didn't feel a thing when I lowered myself into the bath. My body felt numb. I knew the water was hot, I could tell by how red my skin was becoming. It didn't show that much though. My complexion hid it well.

Around half an hour later, I heard the front door slam. I wasted no time in getting out and wrapping a towel around my sore body.

I removed the plug in the bath and watched as the water slowly drained from the bathtub.

I got dressed quickly, scared that he might come back. I wore a baggy shirt and tracksuit bottoms and slipped into the nearby guest bedroom.

I sunk into the mattress and let the soft material comfort me. I tossed and turned for hours in the darkness, until sleep finally came. I'm not sure what was worse, the nightmare that is my life, or the nightmares that await me every time I close my eyes.