I eat men.
I spit them out.
I break their hearts because
daddy broke mine.
Revenge against them is what
feels right.
I run from them.
They are wanted but
not welcomed.
THIS IS NOT DADDY KINK NO ONE WILL BE CALLING ZAYN DADDY!
You see, last night I had a moment. It's kind of like relapse but see, I recover fast.
For a moment I let that leech Zayn control me so much that I ended up trashing my apartment. Picture frames, plates, vases all smashed in anger and frustration. Which wasn't the best idea I've had because as I lay on my cold marble floor surrounded by glass shards- some of which have already pierced my skin slighty - I realize that I had a moment of weakness.
It took me all of 8 hours of sleep and thinking and staring at the ceiling to realize what happened and what I'm going to do get my mind off that moment.
Zayn Malik was nothing special. He didn't deserve as much credit as my heart was giving him and it was time for my mind to take over and gain back my control. You see last night was not the last night Zayn and I would meet. As a matter of fact I used the time I had gazing at the boring ceiling conjuring up a plan to put Mr Malik back in his place.
I smirk at the thought of playing with my new toy still lying on the floor.
Just as I began to sit up my door burst open and in came thing one and thing two. Also known as Monica and Harry. My best friends. Or in this case my babysitters.
You see Harry is rich as f.uck. His family owns many apartment buildings over the country along with many other things. And when Harry was old enough he was given a "small loan of one million dollars" and he opened a bunch of clubs in New York. Which is how he met Monica who's father owned most of the buildings Harry put his clubs in. And it's through Monica that Harry and I became friends. Monica and I have known each other since I moved from Cuba. We were next door neighbors most of our lives and well she's been with me through everything. She and Harry know just how screwed up my family is and they're still my friends.
"Athena what the f.uck I knew I heard glass shattering last night. You do realize you are renting this place from me...for free!" Harry yells clenching his jaw. I simply rolled my eyes averting my attention to his beautiful girlfriend and my best friend who seems to glow constantly. No makeup needed to compliment her dark skin that shines like diamonds. Lucky b.itch.
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"Calm down curly. I will clean my mess. Just give me a second I just woke up." I groan in frustration, standing to my feet and stretching.
"Athena, what's going on. What happened last night that led you to trash your apartment?" Monica questions in concern. I swear she's like my mom sometimes.
"Yea one minute your dancing with Zayn and the next your running for the hills." Harry adds.
"Who is he?" I said avoiding all the previous questions. And they know me well enough to know I wont answer them anytime soon either.
I hear Harry sigh before taking a seat on my couch as Monica begins cleaning up.
"Zayn is investing in the clubs. He will be partly owning them with me. He was just checking it out last night to see what he's working with. I think he fancies you." Harry adds the last part to gauge my reaction.
"I'm sure he does." I say with no emotion. "So will he be around more often?" I ask.
"Uh yeah between that club and the others that I own in New York." he says suspiciously.
"good" I say quieter to myself and begin picking up larger shards of glass. "Monica this is my mess let me clean it." I said walking over to dump the glass and take the broom out of her hands.
"Ok. You know I'm just upstairs if you need me okay? " She said once again giving me that motherly look.
"Yes Mom." I reassure her looking over at Harry appears to be raiding my fridge. "Take that thing with you please." Monica gasps dramatically.
"Leave him alone he's cute when he's hungry." she says eyeing him weirdly. He of course takes that the wrong way.
"would you like to feed me love?" he says in deep voice smirking her way. I gag because what are friends for right?
"get out. both of you." I say shoving them both towards the door and they both leave a little more willingly than usual.
"See you at work!" I hear Monica yell before I hear my door slam shut.
And then I'm alone again. And my thoughts resurface. My plan resurfaces.
Zayn Malik has been granted my undivided attention. He did something that one other man has ever been able to accomplish and that is control me. I've spent years taking my life back after giving too much control to someone who didn't deserve it. You'd think I'd know not to commit such a crime after growing up with the perfect example of what not to do but I was weak. I will never be that week anymore.
