Wicked Lust

Chapter 31

Holding onto the small broken edge was becoming more and more of a challenge. The angry wind was brushing a little more rougher, making the hold slippery and shaky. I gasped, hearing a  gun shot going off, only fearing the worst. To be completely honest with myself, I really hoped it was Natalie who got shot. It may be wrong, but I love Zayn too much to let him go or even share him with anyone. Selfish? Yes. Stupid? Not to me. A guilty conscious? Nope. Falling to my death while thinking about someone else's death? More than possible.

"Zayn!? Are you okay!?" I shouted, finding the strength to climb back up.

I got a small peep at the scene, not getting to really find out what was going on once I slipped and fell off, screaming at the top of my lungs. The fall into the water hurt like a whipping, but the fall down suffocated my lungs and the struggle to pull my body up to air was excruciating and surreal. I got my head out, splashing my arms around for help with loud screams. The fall back into the water and rising back up felt like a nightmare where people would casually walk by you and watch you die. Embarassment was the least of my worries.

Zayn fell back with a gasp, rolling onto his back with his elbows supporting him up. There was a blood stain on his nice white shirt and he traced his pointer and middle finger down the blood trail that was dripping down to his jeans. Natalie's eyes widened as she fell as well next to him, not knowing how to react to what just happened. Nathan was collasped on the floor, looking at both of them. 

"W-Who...?" Nathan asked, looking at them both as blood dripped from one of them.

"Not me." Zayn said, crawling back.

"Son of a bitch." Natalie spat, gasping in pain.

"Wait," Zayn stood on his feet, "Where is Serenity!?"

"Are you serious!? I'm in so much fucking pain, bleeding to death and you're concerned about h-ow!" She screamed out in pain.

Nathan ran up to his feet and went to get immediate help for her, something Zayn wasn't even concerned about.

"You walked out when I needed you the most in my life, so I'll walk out on you." Zayn walked over her body and turned around, with as small smirk on his face.

Zayn leaned down and whispered, looking her straight in the eyes as she cried and tried hiding the pain and fear.

"Sweetheart, I'm not stupid.  I know what you've been planning and it isn't gonna work. Remember when you walked out the day of our wedding? I fucking loved you with everything in me, then you walked out on me! Don't give me some bullshit that you were kidnapped because I know for a fact you weren't. You stood me up at our fucking wedding!" Zayn got really angry, grabbing her by the throat, "This is the last time I will ever speak to you. I love Serenity, not you! Rot in fucking hell and go break someone else's heart!" 

Zayn let go and heard screaming, running off again to look for me.

Nathan returned with paramedics. They quickly ran over and got her to the hospital as Zayn got off the bridge and ran around, screaming my name out loud. Natalie took her last glimpse at Zayn before her eyes finally rolled back and shut.

"Please! Somebody!" I screamed, beginning to lose energy in trying to keep myself up above for air.

Kicking and screaming didn't help save my energy, but in a moment of panic and disaster, it seemed like the only solution. The water felt like a cold freezer closing in on my body and dissolving into my organs to slowly kill me. I panted, seeing a familiar white shirt run by the shore side of the bridge. If it even was Zayn, I knew he couldn't swim at all, so he'd just stand there and watch. For him, I began trying to swim, but ended up kicking even more wildly. 

Zayn was screaming something out, but the swooshing sounds of the water were blocking out the clear cut of his words. It sounded like a blurred tape recording, starting to slowly die out. I began giving up, finally loosing any last source of energy I had.

..

There was a sound of a monitor, with small little fussing going on. The accompanying mumbles of french nurses threw me off guard, but gave me a small idea as to where I still was. I coughed, choking on my own breath momentarily. I regained myself back to normal, blinking a few times until I finally could see. Zayn stood by the door talking to a translator, nodding his head as he kept an unlit cigarette to his mouth.

"Zayn.." I murmured, wanting to speak to him.

Zayn paused the man from speaking and ran over, taking my hand lightly.

"She..tried..to kill me." I whispered, freezing still.

Zayn noticed and pulled up the blanket.

"She's gonna be gone too. Don't worry." Zayn almost promised with a guaranteed tone.

"What did you do?"

"Me? Nothing."

"Are you lying?"

"No."

I looked at him for a good moment and sighed, resting my head back fully. Zayn had a concerned look on his face, making me want to question it. He also had an upset look through his eyes, but it was that same intimidating look that sent chills through my body.

"Zayn, you look guilty."

"I'm not."

"But you-"

"Serenity, I'm not fucking gulty of anything!? Do you want me to go out and shoot somebody to make you happy!?" 

Everyone in the room stared at us, whispering things about us when we clearly couldn't understand. Zayn kept his eyes on me the entire time. I gulped and looked down, wanting to apologize, but at the same time..I wasn't sorry about anything.

Hours went by with awkward silence between us. Zayn offered food and all, not really making an attempt to speak. There was more going on in his mind and the curiosity was killing me more than my frozen body. He angrily inhaled at times, clenching his fists, but as soon as I noticed, he looked away with a tightened jaw and a fixed look staring directly at the clock.

"Our flight.." I apologized.

"No, that's the least of my worries."

"What's going on? Please tell me."

"Nothing, I'm just tired." He sighed.

"Have a smoke. It usually makes you feel better." I told him.

"Lost my lighter on the bridge." 

I finally noticed the blood stains on his shirt and gasped.

"Relax, it was an accident..kind of, but it wasn't me this time." Even he was surprised.

Zayn unbuttoned the shirt and threw it off, tossing it into a garbage bin. I looked at his fit body, smiling a bit at how those arms would keep me safe. Zayn turned around and bent down to fix his jeans. I kept staring and noticed a weird marking on his back. The marking was actually a tattoo, but it looked like a familiar one that always haunted my nightmares since about a year ago. Sudden flashbacks came back when I finally realized it.

"You raped me."