Wicked Lust

Chapter 18

"Let me go!" I pleaded, attempting to shake off his hold on my wrists.

Zayn had a vicious look lodged into his dark hazel eyes, but I couldn't differentiate whether it was simple anger or jealousy. The mixed signals were really toying with my emotions, throwing me off guard. My legs shook, still sore from all that had happened just a few minutes ago. Zayn slammed my head back into the wall again, making me cry out in pain and fear.

"Answer me! Who the hell is Ryan and why is he asking about you!? What fucking game are you playing with me Serenity!?" Zayn became more and more angry, blurring out any chance of him calming down.

"I don't know who that is! I was a god damn stripper for fucks sake! Do you think I was going to memorize all their names!?" I shouted with tears pouring down my cheeks with my quivering lip making it hard to speak properly.

"Don't act stupid. You know something and you're going to tell me.." He grasped a chunk of my hair and dragged me to the living room.

I cried even louder, trying to shake his hand off of my hair. Zayn was no use at all, trying to get through that thick skull of his wasn't ever the easiest thing in the world. I couldn't stand him sometimes, especially when he would get vicious like this. Zayn dragged me up and threw me down on the couch. I winced and sobbed out loud, hiding my face from him until his hand harshly cupped my chin and forced me to look up into his direction. My eyes refused to meet his, but the cold stare I was getting from him was evident.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time..who is Ryan?"

"I'm gonna tell you one more time that I don't know a bloody Ryan for god's sake Zayn!" I shouted in tears.

Zayn sighed, obviously frustrated and irritated by what he thought were my lies. At this point, how do you convince a boy full of angry and hatred with no trust in anyone that you didn't know a guy named Ryan? I gulped harshly and stared up at him while we both exchanged dirty looks for a little bit.

"Even if I did know who the hell this Ryan guy was, why would it matter? I always ask you who Natalie is and never get any answers from you. You're the one whose hiding something, not me!" I finally snapped at him, then felt a cold, hard slap to the face.

I let out a loud gasp in pain, holding my cheek, unable to cry even more at this point. I turned my face and stared at him, before getting up and running off. Zayn screamed my name and ran after me. I shut the door in his face, struggling to keep it closed as he tried forcing it open. Stupid, stupid move. This was only going to aggravate him even more. I shook and finally got it locked, turning my back and sliding down the door until I was sat on the ground with my knees pulled up. Zayn continued yelling at me, but I tried blocking it out, feeling so used by him and manipulated by my own stupid feelings. I sniffled and trembled every time I heard his voice. Zayn finally went quiet. I stood slowly and faced the door, placing my hand on it, feeling his hand on it with his head pressed on it. I could sense him looking down and wanted to open the door, but couldn't trust it.

"Z-Zayn..?" I asked, batting my eyelashes in hesitation.

Zayn's foot steps were head walking away without a word. I sighed and went through my closet, pulling out a grey, long sleeved shirt with warm black leggings, putting them on and getting on my favorite grey and black striped socks that gave me a fuzzy feeling for some reason. 

"Why do you make it so hard?" I sighed to myself, wiping away the rest of my tears, staring out the window.

"That's what you think, huh?" Zayn spoke from the door.

I turned slowly and saw him leaning by the door with a cigarette placed on his lips and his hands tucked into his pockets. I shrugged softly, sitting down on the bed, looking away from him. He pulled his right hand out and lowered the cigarette down, blowing out the smoke. I secretly watched his cheeks go hallow every time he took in the fumes, then release.