Letters to Zayn

Chapter 20. finale

I get just enough time to register that the face is Stanley's when I feel a familiar pinch. A liquid in the syringe takes away my consciousness. I can still feel being dragged across the floor and then I lose the grip of reality.

I end up in Bradford, my home city. Surrounded by my childhood friends. Eve was also there. Just a couple hours ago I was standing next to her, now it seems so long ago that she can only exist in my dream.

Strangely, at first it seems like a very childish dream. Me and my friends are getting ready to go have fun in the snow and buy candies for such occasion. Silly, I know. But then we go to see Zayn to get him to go with us. He is so happy to see me and so am I. My heart once again feels that explosion coming to it, one you feel when a heart fits more love than it can handle. We just hold each other tight for a few moments. Moments that never happen in real life and I treasure so much anything even remotely close to it, even if it is just a part of my imagination. For some reason, Zayn is not able to come with us and the words are right on my tongue but I just scream it in my head. I love you so much! Those are the words and I never say it.

I don't know if I told it to one of my childhood friends or she just always knew what was going on in my head that the moment we leave Zayn she asks me why did I not tell him about my feelings. That is when I can feel my broken heart again. I can sense that it is fighting to beat as it had always done but it's struggling. How can something that is broken funciton as it had done before?

My dream does not last long as I start waking up without a chance to get back to Zayn in my dream and tell him those words which he may not want to hear, but I need to say.

I start blinking little by little. My arms and legs are tied to a chair. In front of me there is a tv that is now off and I can hear murmurs in another room. Voices of Stanley and Margo. How could she do this to me? But this betrayal is not the most painful thing that has ever happened to me, so I am sure I'll survive it. I just have to find a way to get out from the hands of Stanley once again.

With those thoughts Stanley comes in. It's been what- three weeks? I can see a tiny scar on his neck. Of course I did not kill him with a stab of a pen. I would have had to put it straight to his vein but that was not my goal. As strange as it sounds I am glad he is a live, this means that I am not a killer.

"Long time no see, Becca" he says surprisingly calm, with that annoying grin on his face once again.

He comes closer and I spit at his face, happy that my mouth is not tied.

"Okay, if you wish, I will keep my distance. Don'w worry, this will most likely be the last time you see me ever in your life" I can feel a sense of relief washing over but a fear creeps in. Why would he kidnap me twice and then just disappear from my life? This can't mean anything good.

"What- you're just going to leave me alone and let me live my life?" I say with a spark of hope, trying to force myself to believe that it could be true.

"What life are you talking about exactly? The one where you grew up with one of the most famous guy in the world? Where you fall in love with him? Where another celebrity tells you that it won't work ? This life does not exist. I hope we help you to understand it this time."

"You and your bullshit again. It exist! I can feel it with every cell in my body. You can't possibly think that I will ignore something I know that is true."

"But, sweetheart, it's  not true. That's the problem." Stanley says with something like a sorryful gaze at me. " Looking at you, such a sweet, innocent looking girl I would never believe what I am about to tell you either. But there is loads of evidence, the truth can't possibly be denied. You are dangerous to the whole society and therefore we cannot delay this process anymore. To help us we even managed to invite Mr Malik here. He agreed to spend 10minutes of his time to help us catch a dangerous criminal."