Never to be Seen

Chapter 6

He took his shirt off and all I could think was wow.

His abs were incredible, the type you want to just run your hand over and he had tattoos which added to the affect. I wasn't expecting this so when Zayn cleared his throat I jumped a little.

I looked up at him and he raised his eyebrows. A blush crept into my cheeks and I looked down at the gash on his chest and guilt flooded me. It looked pretty deep and extremely painful. There was still blood oozing out and I needed to apply pressure to stop the blood flow.

I took a was of paper towels, wet them and gently pressed it against the broken skin and felt his breath quicken. I looked up at him to find his eyes trained on me, I could only imagine how painful it was.

"Sorry about...." I took a deep breath and applied more pressure. "I know that was dumb what I did and I... Sorry for this... And thank you." I looked up at him and his eyes locked with mine.

I applied more pressure and the blood flow stopped only a little.

His eyes were sparkling yet they were still a dark color. Not as dark as before but dark. He looked tired but his expression remained calm and relaxed.

I felt more guilty than before. I applied more even more pressure than before, desperate for the bleeeding to stop.

The was of paper towels had gone from white to a deep red and I knew I needed to press down on the wound twice as hard as before.

I grabbed a tight hold on the paper towel and pressed down hard without warning. Zayn's breath quickened and he clenched his jaw, eyebrows furrowed.

The blood ran down his chest and stomach from the sudden pressure but moments later the blood flow stopped. I gently took the paper away from his injury and looked at it satisfied.

"You're good now" I told him and he reached for his shirt. I picked up some more papertowels from the dispenser and shoved them under the sink faucet.

I took the damp papertowels and clean the extra blood around the gash being extra gentle around the sensitive areas. I threw the papertowels in the trash and looked at my hands. They were covered in blood and I quickly shoved my hands under the faucet as well.

As I watched the blood flow down the drain, I thought of how things can change so fast and dramatically. I mean, I was in a gas station wiping my kidnapper's blood off of my hands.

Zayn stood up behind me and looked at me. I turned around to face him.

"Don't cover it, it's better if it's left out in the air so it can heal faster" I looked up into his intense gaze.

His eyes had become a tiny bit lighter, the sparkle still there.

"We should leave soon" He spoke and I nodded my head. He turned to leave as I did and suddenly it felt as if the bathroom had gotten a lot smaller. We both looked at each other for a moment and then Zayn pushed the door open and walked out.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my cheeks had turned a shade of red. I groaned to myself thinking about the awkwardness.

I walked out of the bathroom and opened the door. A group of guys were smoking next to the door and one whistled when I got out.

They were laughing and checking me out but they suddenly stopped and they're eyes widened. I turned around to see Zayn behind me, glaring at the group. He looked extremely intimidating with cuts and bruises all over.

The man who had whistled slowly sank back into his seat and held his hands up in surrender. Zayn grabbed my hand and walked me to the car.

I slid into the leather seat and felt even more gratitude toward Zayn.