Tormented (Zouis Talik Student/Teacher)

Chapter Twelve

Zayn's POV:

I vomited shortly after Niall left. And then again at dinner time, in the bin. Then again at midnight, when I woke with a throbbing head ache. My family was disgusted but sympathising for my sickness, but confused also. As was I. Why was I suddenly so ill? I hadn't done anything out of routine... maybe it was just a normal bug. But my Mother always said that an emotional blow can make you very tired and upset and ill... maybe that was it. But I'd done my best not to think about Mr Tomlinson. He was the last person I wanted to ponder over: he'd broken me last night. He had no reason to say what he did, and he sacrificed his whole family for me, so why should he be furious at me? I didn't understand him, now. Sometimes, I wondered if I ever really knew him.

On my third day of absence from school, however, whilst I was watching Jeremy Kyle and munching lazily on some cheese puffs, trying to keep them in my stomach, the doorbell rang. I prayed it wasn't Niall. I didn't have to energy to converse with him.

But no. It was someone much worse.

''Hey,'' Mr Tomlinson breathed when I opened the door.

My first reaction was anger, then embarrassment. I was still in only my sweatpants. I cleared my throat, and decided to stick with anger.

''Oh... hi,'' I said sourly. I didn't make any movement to let him in. He wasn't welcome. Mr Tomlinson swallowed. 

''C-can I come in?'' he asked softly. I shook my head.

''I'm good here,'' I replied soppily. Mr Tomlinson scowled as he shivered, the wind from the outside whacking his hair into a frenzy. 

''I'm not,'' Mr Tomlinson shot back, shoving past my doorway and letting himself in my house.

What an asshole.

I shut the door, my jaw locked and anger bubbling hot in my heart, as I followed Mr Tomlinson into my kitchen, where he propped himself up on the kitchen counter. He stared at me. I stared at him. Nothing was said for a few painful seconds until, ''Did you get my note I asked Niall to send?'' he asked me. I swallowed down a fresh gulp of vomit, and steadied myself on the table. I was dizzy. My vision blurred, but Mr Tomlinson seemed to endorsed in my reply to care.

''I-I threw it away,'' I mumbled, shutting my mouth quickly, aware I could throw up at any moment. I felt so shit... my stomach felt like a whirlwind. Mr Tomlinson merely narrowed his eyes.

''Why?'' he asked sharply. I groaned. I couldn't see much at all, and my knees felt heavy and under pressure from standing up, so I slumped to the ground, and held my head in my hands, streadying everything. The world stopped spinning. Thank god. 

''I didn't want to hear anything from you. I was angry. I am angry,'' I grumbled. Mr Tomlinson sighed heavily. 

''I'm sorry for what I said. I'm sorry for getting so wound up. But you have no idea how difficult it's been for me. I've had to fend for Kaitlin and Eleanor, and now, because of you, she's living with her twin, Nina. If I hadn't met you, if I hadn't fallen stupidly, hopelessly in love with you-'' he was emitting spit now as he spoke, and his expression was feiry and scary. Unlike him. I was frightening. I didn't like at all. I curled myself into a ball, and forced myself to listen to him. ''We would still be together! Everything would be fine, I'd be spending days with Kaitlin and Eleanor, loving them both until I drew my last breath-but then you came along,'' He was now standing up, glowering down at me with poisonous eyes than hit me like darts. I cowered, whimpering.

I thought he was going to hurt me, then. He seemed worthy of it, angry enough, livid and scary enough to do anything. I felt scared for my own health, and I thought I was throw up all over his polished shoes at that moment, but I gulped, and let tears leak out my eyes instead of puke. Mr Tomlinson just stood over me, breathing deeply.