Wicked Lust

Chapter 15

I stared at Zayn before my eyes rolled back and my legs gave out. His arms rapidly sprung forward and held me before I completely fall. Zayn's finger ran across the blood and before I could put a word or a whimper in, he sprinted up and ran us to the house.

"Wait here!" He instructed and ran inside to get his car keys.

"Where else would I go?" I asked, still trying to be sarcastic and witty with him, but winced at the bullet wound.

Everything started looking fuzzy and uncertain. In my eyes, the trees began to sway and multiply, then stand still as they were. Zayn jolted out, picking me up and throwing me somewhat carefully in the backseat of his car. No questions were asked, no comments were said. no sounds were made. The car ride felt long and painful, Zayn got the car to a sudden stop, making the tires screech and send me falling off the seat to the ground. I wanted to scream, needed to scream, but controlled myself once he got out and picked me up. My eyes began closing and opening, but they looked even duller and too heavy to keep open. Zayn yelled for a doctor, needing immediate care. From there on, all I can remember was hearing Zayn saying something into my hear on the way to the ER.

"You're not like all those other girls. Don't prove me wrong now."


It felt like years, like a decade had passed like waves before I finally opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of light. The light was bright and obnoxious, making me groan and pull the covers over my head. A nurse came in and dimmed the lights to my satisfaction. I grinned and pulled the sheets off my head and noticed Zayn slouched forward in the chair with his head on the bed asleep. I smiled softly and played with his hair.

"You don't have to be so mean and negative about everything. Your smile is perfect and gives me the chills, but you're greedy and keep that to yourself, don't you?" I sighed, "You're not like all those other boys."

I laid there silently in bed for an hour or two, thinking everything over. I wondered what Zayn would say if I suggested we run away far, far away and start a new life. No drugs. no gang fights. no worrying every day whether we'd be alive next week or not. The idea seemed overrated and cliché like in one of those dumb chick flicks, but the endings were always happy. I guess...that's all I really wanted. I've been looking for happiness this entire time. Maybe Zayn is that source of happiness. but there's something blocking my view of it. He could be an angel, a sinned one. Deep down, there has to be a boy with a smile and a heart of gold in Zayn.


Zayn's P.O.V.

The clock read a quarter to 3:30 in the morning when I finally lifted my head and massaged the back of my aching neck. I groaned a little and stood, going to get some water. As I went to grab a cup of water, a little boy was loosely sprinting down the hall and crashed into my leg. I fell back a little, keeping myself grounded still. I stared at him about to snap, but began to stare at his scared young, delicate features. His eyebrows furrowed in fear and he sucked in his lips to keep himself quiet. Holy shit, he looked so much like me when I was his age. From first time predictions and assumptions, he looked about five or six.

"Where's your mum, kid?" I asked, staring down at him.

He stayed silent and simply lifted his arm and aimed his finger up at the cieling.

"Upstairs?" I asked.

He shook his head no, still pointing.

"On the roof?"

He shook his head once again, keeping his finger up.

"Well then where is she?" I raised a brow in slight confusion at what he was trying to tell me.

"Nana tells me she's in this place called heaven." He softly answered, keeping his hands behind his back.

I bit my lip and looked down, nodding slightly with a deep breath. I blinked quite a few times. then looked at him again. He looked lost and guilty, just like me during most of my childhood.

"Do you have a dad?"

He shook his head no, "Nana says dad was a good for nothing bastard.."

I chuckled a little, having a small smile on my face which felt tingly and warm.

"Adrian! Adrian!?" Somebody shouted down the hall, coming down the corridor in our direction.

I wiped my smile quickly and tucked my hands in my pocket, glancing down at the polished floor. The little boy ran behind me and tried hiding. Frankly, he was small enough to make it work, well atleast for a quick second. The man that had been screaming took a left turn away from us, still shouting 'Adrian'.

"Is your name by any chance Adrian?" I asked, turning my head to look at him as he hugged my leg.

He nodded and I noticed the frightened look he had captured when the man seemed to have been walking down towards us. I sighed and turned around, crouching down to get to his eye level.

"Does he hurt you? Call you mean names?" I asked, waiting for the truth.

He gave me a quick, shameful nod.

"I know what that's like. It's hard and it hurts a lot, but hang in there buddy." I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to sound like a big hypocrite right now.." I murmured and thought out my words for a minute.

"You'll grow up and be what you want to be if you don't let it get to you. Do your homework, go to school every day, behave and you'll be okay in the future. Don't do drugs or be friends with bad people who will hurt you. I can already tell you're going to get somewhere in life. Maybe you could be a doctor, a lawyer, a professional racer, a footie player.."

"Footie!" He smiled, seeming to like that one.

I smiled again and chuckled, content that he perked up like a Christmas tree at the simple mention of being a football player. I patted his back and told him to go for it. The man returned and I gave Adrian a wink.

"Quit running around and let's go!" He snapped, pulling him by his shirt.

He waved goodbye and I did as well. I felt strange, but brushed it off, getting the water and returning to the room. Serenity was still asleep with her nose scrunched adorabley in annoyance at any little sound around her. For some reason, I felt guilty for the entire thing, but don't think I'd ever admit to it in a million years. There was something about Serenity that kept me wanting her even more. Maybe it was the way she'd actually show interest in me and not just the money. At this point, I wondered if she even wanted to be around me anymore or was just kind of stuck with me. Different thoughts came rushing to mind, throwing me off. I shook it off and stepped out of the room to go outside for a smoke. This time of year was really cold and consisted of just rain, but thankfully that meant nobody would really be outside. I took the lighter from my pocket and lit the cigarette, bringing it up to my lips. A pregnant woman ran by me and glared at me for smoking when there was a no smoking sign just above my head. She ran inside as I ignored it. There was a loud shot just a few feet away, startling me. It was too dark to see anything from behind the car, but curiosity got the better of me. I took a few more puffs before putting the cigarette out and walking over. It was all quiet..nothing left except a man's bloody body on the floor.

I quickly ran away when I heard police sirens. I ran inside and caught my breath, stopping at the entrance to see if anybody was coming. I sighed, relieved and walked up to the elevator. I checked my phone and the time, before the doors opened and led on the floor where Serenity's room was. I walked to the room number and tried opening the door, but it was locked. 

"Serenity!?" I asked, trying to open the door, but nothing.

A nurse came by and I asked her if anything was going on in her room.

"Is the doctor seeing her or something?"

"No, the patient is just on rest." She replied and walked away.

I panicked and knocked on the door angrily.

"Serenity!! I'm not playing games with you! Open the fucking door!"