Tainted Redemption

Chapter eleven

Song for the chapter: Kodeline - All I want.

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Zayn's POV

Sometime during the night after reminiscing and holding myself back to call her phone, I fell asleep.

But I'll make sure to seek her later. I will not let her slip from my fingers without a fight. I decided that I can't just sit around sulking and waiting for things to get solved by themselves. The deepest love will induce more effort, and I'm willing to do everything if it means I get to hear her laugh because of me, see her happy, to have her know how honest my love for her is. That is all I want.

I won't even pretend and say she holds no power over me, because she does, in the best way. She took my soul and patiently made it become clean and she has my heart.

The brash opening of the door and then window is what woke me up.

Ignoring the strong stench of chemicals in the cream coloured room, I stretch but instantly regret it when I hissed because of the stitches, I was sore and felt out of breath from the impact. I carefully lower my hands and freeze when I see who's in my hospital room.

I wasn't prepared to see a familiar face today, hence my dumfounded expression that in next to no time shifts to aggravation.

What the fûck is Tyler doing here?

He sighed upon glancing on the clipboard where my medical report is.

"Your blood pressure is getting better, but you need some more rest," he mumbles as he scribbles something down the pad while I don't give a fûck.

I hate him and he must know this by now. Then why the fûck is he here?

Averting my gaze to the side where the window was, "Go fûck yourself." I bluntly mutter, easing off in the bed, my eyes are barely open.

Since it's dead air the second silence comes from him I look his way briefly. He rolls his eyes, tugging on the stethoscope laying round his neck and shoulders.

He doesn't leave like the annoying lanky fûcker he is, walking with his white doctorsmock like he owns the world, his preppy hairstyle on point; I'm sure he spends his days trying to get more successful so he achieves his dream to be a wealthy doc, until he stops near my side, inspecting my IV.

I eye him carefully. Besides that I hate his guts, I'm indignant to trust him and I still very much want to beat him to a pulp.

The image of him kissing Liv is still very fresh and burned in my brain.

"I kinda always had a feeling that your work is shady but not this freaking shady as to have someone close to you be a target to someone." he unexpectedly said, accusingly raising his eyebrows to me.

I glare rambunctiously at that remark, my expression sharing what I sensed inside of me, I get flashbacks of how he touched Liv and it makes my heart pound. The heart monitor is wildly beeping too.

He probably thinks I'm a drug dealer, which in a way hits close to home, but he's no one to judge.

"And just why are you feeling entitled to question me? She's not yours," I harshly exclaimed, unwillingly jolting forwards, disregarding my physical pain.

He smirks, "Yeah? Are you sure about that?" he spits, a frown tugged on my face, "Have you asked her what she was doing while you were calling her before you were fired on?" he cunningly told me and there's the asshôle I know from my childhood. We were very alike even if I detest it. I used to like him, primarly 'cause he wasn't a part of my twisted world and it made me feel normal, thinking I found a friend for life.