Tainted Redemption

Chapter fifteen

Zayn's POV

Groaning and shivering yet again, I frown at the feeling of emptiness. It's too silent, as if I'm alone. No gentle breaths but my ragged own one.

Feeling around my side, I'm confused why she's not either all over me or me hogging her body, then with a sigh I strain my eyes because I couldn't find her in the large bed. But since it's pitch black in this room I can't see, "Liv?" I question lowly, sounding groggy.

There's nothing coming back. She wouldn't...

I panic slightly, jolting up, the sleep in me long fades while my hand's grazing on the nightstand finding the bedside lamp. Frantically surveying the place, my heart sinks when I see she's not here...

But I'm in some fūcked up denial because I stood up to turn the chandelier on, in this expensive room that has no other purpose than sleep in after I'd get too smashed which doesn't happen often, since I just had to be sure, hoping that I wasn't right, but I do a one sixty and... the lightened brown and gold patterned room is empty, I froze while my eyes scan around.

Nothing but the wrinkled sheets on the bed being a sour reminder of our relishing need of each other, my clothes thrown around. It's as if I was alone here the whole time. Like it had been a dream.

The only evidence was her scent on me.

She wouldn't do me this bad...I refuse to fuckïng believe it.

For minutes all I could do was stand planted there, naked, and with my tense muscles, hands cruled to fists, eyes bulged, staring at nothing.

I feel used, like a quick cheap fūck. So this is what all the girls I've slept with for my own entertainment felt like...But this is Liv I'm talking about...that makes the bile raising in my throat harshly turn my breath heavy.

Hundreds of volatile thoughts in my head, yet reality has already changed for the worst.

Trembling from my suppressed feelings, I search for my car keys and wallet, but before I can get dressed the blinking silver on the nightstand made me stagger, my breath knocked out of my chest when I recognize the familiar necklace... The realization of what that meant almost making me fall over, my breathing halts for a second and I gulped.

Slowly picking it up, there's a note there. All my attempts to let this not be real, destroyed.

*If you love me, you will let me go and not come after me...

Liv.*

I wasn't going to! My mind protests, being loud and clear. But that were just my hurt feelings speaking because that was exactly what I was about to do.

Then I stare at my phone after taking it brashly to check the time. It's already morning, so she must've left earlier, maybe she waited until I fell asleep to secretly leave. Fūck, how could she? Enraged I dial her, I don't give a flying fūck about what she wants. I don't know what I'll achieve with this but if she doesn't pick her fuckïng phone the fūck up, I'm done. This time I mean it. I swear to God I will leave her for good and use everything in me to get back on how I was when it came to feelings, I will force myself to un-love her, doesn't matter how much it will cost me.

She can't just do this and expect me to go after her every time. I won't fuckïng have it. That doesn't mean I'm not hoping that she'll talk to me...

My heartbeat is in a frenzy, bare foot tapping impatiently on the laminated floor as I wait. It rings six times before the call dropped just as my heart does, eyes slightly widen, meaning she either cut me off or shut it down, the nerves in me calming for a second, fake relaxation over took me. I try a last time...It's off. I finally got the hint that she don't give a fūck about what I need, how I must feel after this.