Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX:

  "I cant even talk to you right now." She says disappointed. "Wait until Mark comes home."

  She walks away without saying anything else.

 I grab his jacket from off of the couch and head to my room. 

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  "Jade?" Mark knocks on my door.

  "Yeah?" I question, even though I already know what he wants.

  "You need to come in the living room and talk with me and your mother." I hear him walk away.

  I sigh as I get up from my bed, scared to death of how this is going to turn out.

  I walk into the living room and see both of them sitting on the couch where me and Zayn were earlier.

  "Sit down." My mother demands, pointing at the chair. "Who is this boy?" She keeps an intense stare.

  "Just a boy." I reply, "Its not a big deal. Can we not talk about this? I'm seventeen, I'm practically an adult." I defend myself, but she comes right back at me.

  "You literally just turned seventeen. And adult or not, you live in my house." I can see her anger start building up. "You're grounded. No phone, no leaving to go out with friends.. and I don't want you seeing this boy anymore. All he's doing is getting you in trouble and God only knows what you're doing with him."

  "What?!" I slightly yell from anger, becoming defensive of Zayn. "You cant tell me what to do.." 

  I stand up and look her dead in the eye, "You're not even my real mom!" I blurt out intentionally, knowing that it'll hurt her.

  "You're not going to control me!" I turn around and storm off.

  "Jade Alexa"-"Let her go." Mark stops her yelling. I go in my room and lock the door. I sit on my bed, slightly regretting what I said. 

  We've never gotten into a fight before… but she's never tried to control me either. I can hear them bickering. I start to feel really bad for what I said… Michelle's technically not my "mother" but she raised me. Mark is her boyfriend, but he's basically my dad… he raised me as well.

  Neither of them are my biological mom or dad, but I consider them both my parents.

  I sigh and push everything out of my head and start to get ready for later.

  I look at the clock and have about forty minutes before ten. More than enough time.

  I already know exactly what I'm going to wear, a fitted black dress…you can never go wrong with that.

  I curl my hair, which takes the longest. Once I have it how I want it, I spray it with hairspray and start to do my makeup. I apply full face makeup, with a dark smoky eye and red lips. I throw on a pair of nude heels and look at myself. I grab my bottle of vera wang parfume and spray a little on myself before turning the lights off.

  It's five minutes before ten and I just sit on my bed waiting.

  "Jade?" I hear Mark on the other side of the door. My heart stands still, afraid that he's going to come in and see me.

  "Yeah, dad? I'm going to bed so if you want to talk can we please just do it in the morning?" I fake a yawn afterwards to make it seem legit.

  "Sure." He says defeated then leaves. After a few minutes, Zayn comes up to my window, I open it for him.

  "You ready?" He says quietly, I nod trying to make as little noise as possible. He helps me out of the window and we walk over to his car. "You look nice." He compliments me as he opens the door for me.

  "Thank you." I reply just before he shuts it.

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  We pull into the parking garage that's in the center of downtown.

  He opens the door for me and helps me out. I thank him and we make our way down the ramp. He places his hand on my hip as we make our way out of the building. As much as I want to say something to break the silence, I don't.

  His mood is completely different and really serious. I'm not really sure how to react.

  We make it on to the side walk and start walking down the strip. "It's just down here." He grabs my hand and my heart melts.

  I don't think he realizes what he does to me.

  We walk about fifteen steps before he stops. He looks across the street and I look over to see what he's looking at.

  Two boys are talking to each other, one of them is Carlito. I roll my eyes in annoyance.

  I've never seen him a day in my life before… and now I see him everywhere.

  Zayn lets go of my hand and looks at me.

  He looks extremely frustrated. "No matter what, stay here, okay?" 

  I don't even have time to react before he leaves and goes across the street.

  "What the fuck?" He yells out at the boys extremely pissed.

  He runs up to them and shoves carlito extremely hard. They start yelling back and forth but all I can hear is constant cursing. I just stand there confused, while I watch them.

  I look around to see if anyone else is too, but there's not many people out.

  All of a sudden I hear a loud thud and see carlito holding his face. Oh my God, did zayn hit him?

  The guy that was once standing there with them, is gone. 

  Carlito wipes his face and swings at Zayn. 

  Zayn ducks and hits Carlito in the face again. From across the street, I can see the anger flash in Carlito's eyes. All of a sudden he runs toward zayn, smashing him into the brick wall.

  "Oh my God, stop!" I scream as I run towards them.

  They completely ignore me and I watch helplessly as Carlito continuously punches Zayn in the face. 

  Blood spits from his mouth and I start screaming at him to stop.

  "Please! stop!" I scream desperately holding Carlito, trying to pull him off.

   His struggle with trying to get me to let go, allows Zayn to escape. He spits on the concrete getting rid of blood in his mouth.

  Carlito takes a second and stands there, breathing heavily. "Looks like you got saved by you're girl." He says out of breath. He runs his tongue over his teeth as he tries to control himself.

  "Shut the fuck up." Zayn snaps at him.

  I quickly join Zayn's side and grab on to his arm.

  "I thought you were joking, but it looks like that piece of trash really is one of your girls." His accent is thick as his anger is still relevant.

"I'm not you. I don't have girls. I have a girl. And you leave her alone." He grabs on to me as he stares at him.

  "We'll see about that." He snickers to himself.

  I feel Zayn about to charge at him from anger, but I hold him back. "You leave her alone." He repeats sternly. He grabs my hand and leads me to leave, holding tight.

  As we past Carlito, he grabs my other arm roughly, causing me to swing and face him. "You don't know what you just got yourself into." He says quietly but bluntly.

  His face is harsh, and his eyes are full of hate causing chills to shoot down my body.

  Before I can react Zayn yanks my arm, making me stay close.