Lost

Chapter 44: Haunted Conscience

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Salma's P.O.V.

Salma said nothing as an extremely powerful emotion started to break free of its shackles. The blind fury that she have been trying to suppress, was slowly making its way out, taking everything she had in her to not explode right in his face.

"Bee, are you okay?" He frowned, taking a small step towards her.

That movement snapped Salma out of her trance. Swallowing the burning rage inside her, she force herself to look away from the eyes that were causing explosions in her head and made her way to the steps, as if he never existed.

"Bee! Bee, wait!" Zayn cried, quickly moving ahead to block her path.

Biting the inside of her cheek and fisting her hands, Salma shoved past him roughly but he got around her again, his quick movement reminding her of a skilled dribbler for some reason.

"Wait, hear me out!" He tried again. "Let me explain."

Still not looking at him, Salma tried to force her way past him, but he kept stepping in front of her.

"Bee!"

Salma stopped, feeling overwhelmed. She could not quite put a finger on what the feeling was, but it made her chest tighten painfully and her eyes well up. The only tangible thought she could formulate from it was the raw desire to slap Zayn.

"Move!" Salma forced the word, avoiding his gaze to keep her temper in check.

"Bee, I -"

Salma glared at him.

"You what?!"

Salma saw his eyes widening slightly, but he was quick to recover.

"I understand that you are angry," Zayn began, "but, can we talk?"

"No."

Before he could catch up, Salma pushed past him towards the stairs. She felt his fingers circling her arm, making her snap.

"Don't touch me!" Salma yanked her arm away.

"Will you just hear me out?! Or do you have a thing for jumping conclusions?"

Salma turned around to face him fully, dropping all attempts to avoid a confrontation.

"Hear you out?!" she seethed. "Hear you out on what, exactly?"

"On everything!" Zayn shot back. "You don't even know what happened!"

Salma gaped at him.

"Seriously?" She laughed dryly, astounded by Zayn's bold attempts to fool her. "What do you take me for?"

"Bee –"

"No, hold on a second," she cut him, feeling tears pricking her eyes, "I don't even know what happened, you say? I –"

"I didn't say –"

"Exactly, what part of the events do I not know of, Mr. Harris? Care to clarify?" Salma continued. "Is it the part where the fever knocked me out and you had your way with me back in the forest?"

Zayn's eyes widened as if he was not expecting that.

"Or the part where I was trapped inside my own body and you had fun throwing it all in my face and repeating your adventure just to prove a point?"

"That's not true!" Zayn denied, looking pale but furious at the same time.

"Oh really, it's not?" Salma mocked, doing her best not to give in to her emotions. "Why? Because there is no evidence, right? Too bad, Harris! I'm not convinced. I remember everything. Every. Damn. Detail! Every second of the time when I was dying and you were having -"