Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Seven Part One

CHAPTER SEVEN:

  He waits until we completely pass Carlito, before he stops.

  "I thought I told you…" He takes a deep breath, "I thought i told you to stay where you were!" He blurts out angrily. "Do you know what you just did?" He yells, not controlling himself.

  I watch him pace a short distance and run his hands through his hair. After a few seconds he stops and faces me, "If he ever comes around you…" He bites his lip and looks away, trying to calm himself and trying to get even more pissed. "If he comes around you, you run." He demands. He turns around and grunts letting some of the anger out.

  I stand there leaning against the brick wall scared, confused, and silent. His jaw is clenched and darkness flashes through his eyes.

  My eyes get big as I wait for something to happen, I've never seen him so pissed.

  Out of nowhere he punches a mailbox, causing it to break. My eyes become watery as I start to become extremely scared.

  "Let's go." He demands, I don't resist and obey him.

  He grabs my hand holding it severely tight. He doesn't say anything but just leads us down the sidewalk. We make it all the past the stores and onto the boardwalk..

  I think he was just walking to calm himself.

  A massive amount of people litter the boardwalk. As we walk by, I see signs that say half priced beer…I'm assuming that's why no one was on the strip, because they're all here getting drunk.

  We walk by most of the people and sit down on an empty bench. We just sit there for a few moments before he grabs my thigh.

  "I'm sorry about tonight. I didn't want this to happen…" I can feel him look at me, "and um, sorry…sorry for yelling at you." He seems a lot calmer but I can tell he didn't want to apologize.

  I still don't look at him or say anything…I don't know what to do or say. I just look up and see the beach.

  "There's a lot you don't know…" He says, retelling me the same old story.

  "You've told me." I say reminding him.

  We sit there for what feels like forever, in silence.

  "You really shouldn't be around me." I feel like he's convincing himself more than telling me. "I'm not the kind of person you think I am…well, actually, you probably already know that…" He looks at me and I look back, "…you've seen that side." 

  He looks down, "I'm sorry." He apologizes again, "I shouldn't have brought you…or have gotten involved with you in any way." My heart feels crushed as he says that.

  Before I can react, he stands up and helps me up, "I'll take you home."

  I really don't want to leave, but I don't dare try to argue.

  He takes me home without saying a word, and parks in his usual spot. "Do you need me to walk you?" He asks quietly, not seeming interested in doing so.

  He never asks, he just does it.

  "Um, no." I say wishing that he would, but I can feel that he doesn't want too.

  I open the door and he stops me, "We cant do this anymore."

  As the words leave his mouth, I don't comprehend it... but the second I do, it feels like a dagger stabbing my heart.

  I allowed myself to get my hopes up about us.

  "What?" I say broken hearted, looking at him with hurt in my eyes.

  He looks away, without saying anything.

  "I saw what you did, and I still chose to go with you. I know what you're capable of doing, but that didn't stop me. I can handle it, I promise." I cry out in desperation, wanting nothing more than to just stay with him.

  He continues to look away, "Whatever this was… it's done and over. I can't see you at all anymore, its not going to…and never will work." His words hit me like a train, causing my eyes to water.

   It hurts a lot more than I could have ever imagined.

  I don't say anything but wipe the tear away that fell.

  My heart beats fast and I'm at a complete loss of words. I get out of the car alone and walk in the dark to my house. 

  Once I make it inside and turn the light on, I see his jacket hanging from my chair. 

  Tears flow down my face.

  Anger, embarrassment, sadness, every emotion but happiness flows through my veins. I cant believe I actually thought… thought that I had chance.

  I wipe my face again, but the tears just wont stop.

  I grab his jacket off the chair and put it on.

  It has a strong odor of cigarettes and cologne, which I desperately love. I turn off the light and crawl into my warm bed. My heart aches wishing this night never happened.

  As much as I physically try to stop the tears, the more they come down.

  I lay there on my side, completely crushed, crying until I fall asleep.