I'm His

Chapter 17

SOPHIE'S POV:

Zayn held my hand tightly in his as we walked up the pathway to the school. I didn't want to be here at all. I definitely wasn't in the mood for school today.

I looked around and noticed all the people staring at us. Have people always stared? I mean, I know we're a different looking couple. The school badass with the leather jacket and biker boots with his sweater wearing, book reading girlfriend. We were an odd couple on the outside, but on the inside we fit perfectly.

"Ignore them," Zayn spoke with a hard voice, knowing what I was wondering.

I let myself move closer to him and placed an arm around his waist as he placed his around my shoulder, drawing me close.

We made our way to our first class, chorus. I sat in my usual seat as Zayn took his seat in the guys section.

The class went on and on. I usually love chorus more than anything, but I really just wanted to go home and sleep. I've been so tired lately, whenever I'd go to sleep I'd have nightmares. And whenever I stayed awake, I'd find myself thinking someone was watching me. Which they probably were.

Class finally ended and I saw Zayn go into Chafin's office with him. I wanted to follow, simply because I don't want to be all by myself, but there's probably a reason Zayn is going into his office to talk to him.

ZAYN'S POV:

"She hasn't slept in days. When she does, she wakes up crying because of her nightmares, and then she's too scared to go back to sleep." I explained, pacing back and fourth in the small office.

Chafin sighed, "He's just messing with her head. I really don't like it."

"You think I do?" I snapped, losing my temper for what seemed to be the billionth time this week.

"Sorry, I'm just angry." I explained myself, knowing getting angry would get us no where here.

He nodded in understanding, telling me we'd find out how to help Sophie.

I bid him goodbye, and walked out to walk Sophie to her next class.

But she wasn't there.

I immediately felt myself get panicked, running out of the classroom and heading towards her class to make sure she was there.

I pushed the door open, making everyone's gaze fall upon me. Except Sophie. She was no where to be seen.

"Has Sophie been in here yet?" I asked the teacher, my voice shaking slightly with panic.

She looked at me in concern and shook her head no, "I'm sorry Zay-" she started, but I didn't stick around to listen.

I found myself running down the halls to the parking lot.

He's got her. And I swear to go if he's hurt her I am going to kill him.

SOPHIE'S POV:

My head is pounding.

All I can hear are muffled voices and heavy footsteps, making me squeeze me squeeze my eyes shut.

I have no idea where I am. Last thing I remember was waiting for Zayn in the chorus room.

I took a chance and slowly opened my eyes, the dim light making an appearance.

I was in a run down office. What the hell? I was laying on an old dirty sofa, my belongings all taken from me.

The space was small and dark, the only light coming from a small desk lamp on a table in the corner.

I felt myself curl up into a ball. I want Zayn. I want to feel safe. And I feel safe with him. I always do..

I heard the doorknob start jingling in it's place, making me scoot to the farther end of the small sofa, trying to create as much space between this person and I as I could.

The door opened and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

I never thought I would see my father again. But here he is.

"Nice to see you're finally awake." His gruff voice spoke, making me cringe. Too many times had that voice yelled at me, threatening to kill me and hurt me.

"Where's Zayn?" I immediately asked, knowing he had to be tied into this somehow.

A sick smile grew on Randy's face, "Actually, I haven't a clue. But he has no clue where you are, so that's fine with me. He can't ruin my plans."

My heart stopped. He was going to kill me.

"Derek!" He yelled, and I just wanted to scream. Not Derek.

I let my body curl in on itself, trying my best to protect myself from this monster I hate so much.

I heard the door creek open slowly, banging against the wall behind it.

"Now?" I heard his sickening voice ask, and I felt a twinge of pain, because I knew what that meant.

"Yes. I'll just come back in twenty or so minutes, get the job done." Randy spat, growing impatient with Derek already.

I heard his heavy footsteps leave the room and soon I could only hear my heavy breathing.

I want Zayn..

"Get up." Derek spat at me, nudging my side roughly with his foot. I wouldn't be surprised if it bruised.

I quickly obeyed, getting to my feet and standing. I know if I didn't do what he told me to then I'd only make things worse.

I looked up, seeing Derek's sick face holding a twisted grin.

"Undress."

His words made my stomach tie in knots. I didn't want to do this. No one should have to be put through this agony.

"I will not undress for you."

That's when I felt a strong pain sting my cheek, making my head turn to the side.

"Fucking undress. Now." He growled at me, and I felt the tears stinging in my eyes. I tried to hold them back, but I couldn't. He was going to rape me.

I feebly lifted my hand up to my shirt, lifting it over my head slowly. This is so wrong. I didn't do anything to deserve this..

I watched my rapist lick his lips, his eyes looking over my body with lust.

Before I could process what was happening, he had me pushed up against the wall, his hot breath on my neck, making me cringe back in fear. He was filthy.

"You sure are hot, aren't you.. I can see why Zayn likes you so much." He whispered against my shoulder, his tongue sliding out across the skin.

The mention of Zayn's name made the tears fall, just thinking of his face. I just want him. I want to be in his safe arms.

"P-please.." I sobbed out, praying he would have some decency in him to stop what he's doing to me.

He chuckled at my attempts, grinding his hips into mine.

I tried to back away from him, but he had me trapped against the wall, so my attempts were failed.

"Look's like Zayn can't save you from me now, can he?" He roughly whispered into my ear, ripping my jeans off without any warning.

Zayn won't be here to save me like last time..

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