Never to be Seen

Chapter 8

I heard someone scream and I knew it was Vince. I dropped the gun and slowly opened my eyes. Zayn was running towards me as the two guys who had been pinning him looked at Vince in disbelief.

I braced myself and looked at Vince.

He was on the ground, motionless. There was a pool of blood around him and it was growing bigger and bigger by the second.

I dropped to my knees.

I had just shot a gun.

I had killed someone.

Never in my life did I think i would ever kill someone.

I looked at Vince's body and then at his lifeless eyes.

"Zara come on" Zayn was hurriedly telling me to get up.

I continued to stare at Vince's face and then at the source of the wound.

"Zara! We need to go" Zayn's voice was getting impatient but I couldn't stop staring at Vince.

I had just killed a person.

"Zara!" Zayn pulled me up and grabbed my hand. We ran towards the street where Zayn's car was.

He ushered me inside and got in the other side. He quickly made a U-turn and gunned the engine down the road.

Tears slipped my eyes and before I knew it, I was sobbing. Zayn looked at me with a confused expression on his face and pulled over to the side of the road. He got out of the car and opened my door. He bent down so he was eye level with me and I tried to control my crying but I couldn't. I only cried harder.

Zayn wrapped me in his arms and I cried into his shirt. It was such a simple thing to do, yet it gave me so much comfort. It made me feel safe and it made me feel.. loved in a way.

"Shhh" Zayn stroked my hair and I felt much better than before, but that wouldn't erase the fact that I had just shot someone.

"I.. killed him" I looked up and my eyes met Zayn's. Even through the tears I could see the sparkle in them.

"You did the right thing, if you hadn't killed him, then he would've killed me." Zayn spoke with confidence and my heart ached.

Zayn had saved me enough times now and I couldn't imagine being without him.

I smiled at him and he leaned in closer. I could feel a strange and exciting friction from him and all of a sudden, I wanted to kiss him. He looked at my lips and leaned in even closer before abruptly getting up and getting into his seat.

I was a bit flustered and I could feel my cheeks heat. Was he actually going to kiss me?

He pulled onto the main road and I wiped my remaining tears away.

I was shocked that I had just come so close to death. My hands immediately went to the place where Vince had held the knife. It stung when I touched it and I winced when I thought about how the knife felt when the tip had gone into my skin.

I wondered what would happen if Zayn hadn't showed up. I would've been dead by now. I looked at Zayn and I realized I trusted him. I had only known him for a couple days but it felt so much longer.

I began to wonder what would've happened if Zayn had arrived to late. He knew Vince's name, how did he know who Vince was? Vince said something about Zayn not remembering him but maybe I should as-

"Zara, we should stay here for now."Zayn inturrupted me from my thoughts and I looked outside and saw that we had arrived in a shabby Holiday Inn.

I decided to ask him later and I got out of the car. Snow had begun to fall and the sky had gotten much darker than before. I was only wearing a sweater so I ran inside. I thought New York was cold but this was much cooler.