Driven. (Zayn Malik Fanfiction.)

Chapter 9.

The early sun had crept through my drawn curtains. Time to get, and start the best day of your life.

I thought being sarcastic, was a good trait of mine. Others not so much.

I headed to check my phone for any new messages. None.

I quickly headed to the shower, I turned on the water and looked at my appearance in the mirror

I had cried. Alot last night. I haven't cried that much in ten months.

He just freaked me out, I didn't like the thought of all that it overwhelmed me.

I started to strip of my clothes and stepped into the shower, it was warm temperature it relaxed me.

As I grabbed the shampoo bottle I thought about, Zayn. Sexually.

He was very good looking, more than good looking but his personality overshadowed it. I wonder what it'd be like for him to be normal and live a normal life.

I wonder what it'd feel like for him to kiss me, with my consent.

To touch me, when I wanted it.

To feel him-

What are you thinking? For all you know he's planning on keeping you as a sex slave! Snap out of it!

I shivered at the thought and continued on with shaving and rinsing my hair.

As I stepped out of the shower, I went to check my phone 7:10.

On time.

I began my daily routine.

Lotion. Brush teeth. "Style" my mangled hair. Clothes. Minimal makeup. Breakfast. Bus stop.

I decided on wearing a pair of leggings and a burgundy sweater that went with my grey combat boots.

Since moving here, Mia raid my wardrobe and gave me some of her clothes that she know longer wanted. I was perfectly fine in sweats and a t-shirt, who isn't?

I looked at myself in the mirror and miss the way I used to feel. I used to feel alive and vibrant, I used to be filled with joy.

When I checked my phone again it was 7:30, so I grabbed the necessary and headed to the bus stop.

As I was finished locking my door, I saw Eric.

"Eric! Wait up!" I shouted at him and sprint across the street.

"Hey, Eric can I talk to you for a minute."

"Lena, it's not a good idea if we talk if you have any concerns with the apartment just email or text me."

"As my landlord we need to talk. Please, just give me two minutes I have to be to work anyways."

"Okay, two minutes. Start."

Eric was my landlord, his father owned many of these apartments and gave Eric some to handle for awhile.

"Okay, first off that guy! What'd he say to you? Did he hurt you? And if he did, why?"

"Lena, he was tall and had dark features. He really wanted me to give him an extra key that I had. When I refused, lets say he didn't like it much. He also told me, you'll moving out this month? Is that true? I knew we're in a month-to-month lease, so that's fine."

"So he bruised your leg, and you have a limp? Why didn't you call the police, Eric! And I will not be moving this month, erase that from your mind!"

"Lena, look you're a great tendandt you keep the apartment clean and I never have complaints, but if that boyfriend of yours shows up again, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. I'm sorry, Lena. I have to get going now."