faded

12.0 - cabin pt. two

a/n : this story is about to get really fucked up, so if you're not comfortable with violence/kidnapping/drug use/etc please don't read it. This is the last *censored* chapter.

Dedicated to - @Ruby_directioner , @kattiiee23 , & @dreadfulmind ❤

"Ana, don't fight this," he whispers, planting kisses on my jaw.

"It's all your fault," I say quietly, "all your fault.

He stops immediately, a crazed look on his face. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"it's your fault I don't have anyone! You killed our child, you killed my father," I took a deep breath, shocked at how quickly sobs begin to wash over me, "and now you're killing me!"

He grabs my jaw, my cheeks burning at his harsh contact. I'm afraid and he knows it, yet I can't stop crying. I just can't. It's hitting me too hard now and I can't go back, there's no going back from this.

"You knew what you were doing, Ana. I showed up to the warehouse because you put the code in wrong. You wanted me there!" he yells, "It's your fault, too, angel. Don't forget that. Everything I've done is for you, because you've wanted it."

"What are you talking about? My-my father told me my mother was there, Zayn! I had no i-idea what was gonna happen! How can you blame my father's death on me? How?"

He freezes for a brief moment. He let's me go and when he backs away from me and makes haste towards the door, I almost breathe a sigh of relief. However, this unknown wave of terror takes over me when I realize he's locked the door. Zayn looks at me like I'm a baby bird and today he's the hawk that's going to enjoy devouring.

"You threatened to throw me off the roof when I miscarried. You fucked me and just left me there. It was your fault, you know that? Why do you hate me so much?" I cried, "Why? What have I done?"

"I wasn't gonna throw you off. I don't get how it's so easy for you to fuck every other man, except me. Because I know all about James fucking you and then you fucking me after. I know all about how you were fucking all these guys behind my back until you moved in with me," Zayn inches closer menacingly and I take a step back, "Yet you're the only thing in this world I don't hate."

I look up at him, wishing I could disappear. "Zayn... I..."

Zayn ran a hand through his raven hair. "It drives me insane. You wanted all these guys and you'll never want me in the same way. It drove me fucking crazy not knowing if the kid was even mine. God, you know how pathetic that is? Yet here I am!"

I put my hand on my chest, the crying was so painful. It was like the past I tried so hard to forget about came back. It came back and I had nothing to say because I was at fault. I made him this way.

The room is spinning. Even though I don't want to be here with him, I don't want to leave. I'm having a hard time understanding what's happening with me. It's like everything I've held in has overflowed and I have no option but to face the facts.

He's quiet, but angry. Zayn's fists are balled up.

"Who did you bring here?" I question, the only thing on my mind is that. I can't apologize.

He shakes his head, "It was nothing."

"I didn't ask that. I asked who it was."

"It was Daisy alright, it was her."

I blink a few times, my brows furrowed. I stare at the bed, our bed, and I just have nothing else to do. Nothing. I can feel my watery eyes betray me, but the space in my chest feels vast.

Empty.

"Ana, you have to-"

I raise my hand to stop him. He inches closer and before I know it, he has me trapped, my back against the wall with both of my hands pinned up.

"Please forgive me," his lips are dangerously close to mine, "please."

"Can I ask you something? And answer honestly?"

He nods.

"Why am I here?"

"Because I love you, so much. You're mine. I'm not letting you leave, I swear, I'm not. Even if I have to force you to stay here, I will."

I struggled against his grasp, his body pining mine hard. "Please don't struggle, angel, I don't wanna have to hurt you."

"You can't force me to stay!"

"I can, and I will."

He's gone completely insane. I'm nearly shivering out of my skin with fear, his once sparkling eyes were so full of rage. Rage that he didn't have a problem taking out on me. I knew that well.

"You wanna know why you're staying?"

I don't reply.

"Because I'll hurt your mother if you dare leave. If you try to leave, I will always find you. Always. You belong to me and all these little emotional outbursts stop now," he demanded. "I'm sick of your attitude."

I was stunned. Zayn could tell I was, his haunting words had their desired effect on me. Of course Zayn knew what to hold against me, he knew me so well. He hid so many things from me, how could he threaten me with hurting my mother? Who I so desperately wanted to see?

Zayn kissed at the spots on my neck he had bitten, the sore skin burning like he had tried tearing through the skin. I couldn't stop him. He had me right where he wanted me. And he had no problem in getting what he wanted from me over and over. I was sore, tired, numb, and disillusioned with my life when he left me on the bed.

I couldn't sit up without feeling like my bones were going to snap in half. I looked at my body, cringing at the pain and the black marks all over me. I had become what he wanted - a punching bag, someone he could abuse over and over to no avail, a girl who he claimed he loved.

I couldn't help but break down, silently crying into my pillow. I could feel blood trickling down my nose, my lip also slightly bloody. I had no idea how it had gotten this bad. How did I manage to black out? How could he hurt me so bad?

His words haunted me. I couldn't let myself fall for his games, but the more I cried, the more I realized he was right. I knew what Zayn was capable of doing. I knew very well as he had proven it to me so many times. It is my fault that my father is dead. It's all my fault. The realization sends me into a frenzy. This uncontrollable pain hits my body every time I move, like I'm moving in a bed of broken glass.

"Anastasia..." I hear his voice, "angel."

I don't answer him. The bed moves slightly and I flinch when I feel him wrap his arm around me.

"Please don't touch me, it hurts."

"I just wanna hold you."

After everything he's done, that's all he can come up with?