I was living with my best friend Zayn. We always were a great couple, at least, I was told so. But I didn't think Zayn would have feelings for me. I thought of him as a brother, nothing more. So when I got a boyfriend I told Zayn first. I thought I saw some dissapoint in his eyes but brushed it of. Oh well, here I am now. Thinking about how it could have gone different, better.
I was at my boyfriend's, Mike, house. I loved him. It was awesome. He treated me very good. We were dating like a year now. It was going great. ''(Y/N) COME HERE!'' Mike yelled. I sighed and walked to the kitchen. ''What do you want?'' I asked. ''Don't be fucking rude to me.'' he snapped. I shrugged. Mike came walking closer. ''Are you scared?'' he asked. I shook my head. I wasn't scared, honestly. I collapsed to the ground and grabbed my stomach. ''And now?'' Mike said with a big smile on his face. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. ''Now?'' Mike said while grabbing my arm and pulling me up harshly. ''What the hell do you want me to say?'' I snapped at him. ''Yes Mike, I'm very scared. You're so awesome, and I am useless.'' He had a big smile while he looked at me. Tears began to stream down my face. ''Can you let go of me? I want to go home.'' I whisperd. Mike threw me to the wall and said: ''Sure 'babe'. Go home. I want you here, tomorrow at three. If you won't be here, I will hurt you.'' I just nodded and walked to the car. I got in and drove home.
I closed the door as I walked into the appartment. Zayn soon came to the door. ''Hi!'' he said smiling. I just nodded, not being able to speak trough the tears. Zayn saw the tears and hugged me tight. ''What happened?'' he asked worried. ''Nothing.'' I whisperd. ''Don't lie. I'm not stupid, you know.'' he said. ''Zayn can you do something for me?'' I asked while looking in his eyes. ''Sure, anything.'' he whisperd. ''If I come home crying, will you comfort me without asking any questions? Please?'' I whisperd to him. Confusion took over Zayn, but he just nodded. ''If that's what you want.'' ''It is what I want. I'm gonna go to bed. Good night.'' I said and kissed his cheek. ''Good night.'' I heard him say while I walked upstairs.
''(Y/N)? (Y/N)?'' I woke up to see Zayn standing at my bed. ''What?'' I said still sleepy. ''Mike wants you to be at his house at 11.'' He said clearly spatting out the name Mike. ''How do you know?'' I asked. ''He texted you.'' ''How late is it?'' ''It's 10.'' Zayn said confused. ''Holy shit.'' I said and flew out my bed to the bathroom. ''(Y/N) are you gonna tell me what's going on?'' I heard Zayn yell while I was getting ready. ''No, Zayn. I told you. Don't ask any questions. I can't talk about it.'' I said and walked out of the bathroom only to walk in to Zayn's chest. ''Ow.'' I said. ''Sorry. But why can't you talk about it?'' he ased confused. ''I just can't okay. I gotta go.'' With that I walked out to my car. I sighed and drove to Mike.
I rang the doorbell and Mike soon opened the door. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside. ''So, why did I have to come earlier?'' I asked. ''Shut up.'' Mike said as he walked to the bathroom. I just stood in the hallway. Not wanting to go anywhere with him. I was trapped. ''So, look what I got here.'' Mike walked out with a shiny thing. ''What's that?'' I asked. ''A razor.'' Mike said simply. ''So? Why do I have to be surprised at that?'' I asked confused. ''Don't have a fucking aditute. I want to show you what I can do.'' he snapped. I shrugged. ''Okay?'' Mike grabbed my wrist and took me to the bathroom. Shit, I was definitely trapped now. He closed the door and locking it. ''Don't make any noise. Or else I will hurt you even more.'' I nodded. He grabbed my wrist and put the razor on it. ''No.'' I whisperd. ''What did I hear?'' Mike said and slid the razor across my wrist. I flinched in pain. ''So, gonna say something?'' he asked with a big smile. I shook my head. ''Good. Than I can do it again.'' He smiled and put the razor on my wrist again. ''NO.'' I yelled. Right after I felt a sharp pain in my wrist. The blood was dripping out of my wrist and Mike stood there laughing. ''See what I can do to you? You're to easy. Just.. TO EASY.'' Tears were streaming down my face. Minutes past as Mike slid the razor across my wrist a couple times more. ''Now, leave.'' he said while punching me in the face. I took my change and ran out of the house. I got in my car and drove as fast as I could.
