Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE:

   He takes a step and his shadow appears on the floor. He's literally inches away from the door frame.

  I see his shoe step onto the kitchen floor, signaling that it's time.

  I quickly swing in front of him, stabbing the knife far into his stomach.

  I hear his gun drop and see his face showing the brutal pain that I'm causing him. He tries to grab the knife, but I twist it.... digging it as deep into his body as it can possibly go. I feel his warm blood drip over my hand and hear him gaging as he tries desperately to breathe.

  Adrenaline pumps through my veins, making me feel an ultimate satisfaction.

  I look him in his eyes, now staring back, and smirk to myself feeling the revenge I've been craving desperately. "Like dirt, you are." I repeat his words to him in a whisper, feeling an all time high that I've never felt before.

I watch him gasp for his last breath of air and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head.

  Goose bumps form as I allow his body to fall onto the floor.

I wipe my hand on my shirt, leaving a bloody streak. I just stand there over his body, relived that he's finally gone... for good.

  I stand over for him for a few minutes, looking at what I did. Smirking to myself that his body is completely lifeless. For one second, I feel completely in power... like absolutely nothing can stop me.

  ...I did this.

  I'm the one who took his last breath. Chills form over my body as I comprehend the thought.

  After a few minutes of glory pass, my heart beat slows down and the rush of it all slowly dies down.

  As my eyes continue to watch him, I slowly start to realize that I have a dead body on my floor.

  Oh my God... I have a dead body on my floor!

My heart starts to race again as I begin to panic unsure of what to do.

  Zayn!

  I literally run to my room and grab my phone. I dial his number as fast as my fingers can.

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  "I didn't think that you actually did it." He says staring at his dead body. "Are you okay?" He grabs my hand and I nod.

  I look over at him and he has a cheeky smirk plastered across his face.

  "What?" I laugh a little, unsure why he's making that face.

  He gently yanks me close to him and wraps his arm around my waist, "Do you know how sexy you are?" His nose scrunches a little and his eyes get narrow as the words leave his mouth.

  He grabs the back of my head and forces me to kiss him. He passionately kisses me and after a few moments, I pull away.

  He keeps me close, "You're hot... and a killer?" He smiles, slightly laughing at his humor.

  I stare at him while he stares at me, his smile starts to fade. Within seconds, he starts kissing me roughly without warning.

  I feel his hand slide down my back, while his lips still stay pressed against mine.

  He pushes the bottom of my bum up, lifting me up slightly. I wrap my legs around him and he pushes me harshly against the wall, "You're so fucking hot." He whispers harshly, pulling away from the kiss.

  He looks at me like he can't control himself. All of a sudden he grinds himself against me. My boobs pressed against his chest and I can feel him get hard underneath me.

  "Zayn.." I whisper his name, not sure of what I want right now. As mush as I don't think I'm ready, I can't help myself. He's turning me on so much.

  He starts kissing my neck, then makes his way down my chest. He lets out a soft grunt from frustration and looks at me. His eyes slightly darkened, "I want you so bad." He bites his lip as his hazel eyes stare deeply at me.

  "I'm ready." I blurt out in the heat of the moment. I don't know what's come over me, but I've never craved something so bad in my life.

  The way he looks at me, I just can't control myself.

  His hands grab the edge of my tank top, and he quickly removes it, without even questioning it. Something's definitely came over him.

  His keeps me pressed against the wall. His hands grip my waist tightly and his lips press against my cleavage. His facial hair rubs against my skin, making me giggle from it tickling a little.

  He drops me down and immediately starts to pull down my sweat pants. He pulls them down halfway, when the doorbell suddenly goes off.

  I instantly tense up and push Zayn away.

  "Ignore it, they can't see us." He finishes taking my pants off like it's no big deal that people are a few feet away.

  I hear a knock on the door and decide to ignore it like Zayn. I pull him close and slowly take off his shirt revealing his perfect body. I throw it on the floor and my heart stops as I watch it land by Carlito.

  "Oh my God, Zayn!" I cry out in a desperate and shaky whisper.

  Chills shoot down my body as I realize his bloody, limp body is in the door frame where people can see it from the door.

  "We have to get him out of here, right now!" My heart races as panic sweeps over my body.

  "It can wait." Zayn goes to lift me back up, but I push him away. "Babe, come on." His voice is whiney and needy, I've never seen him like this.

  I grab onto his shoulders, "We have to get him out of here, now!" I whisper harshly trying to snap him out of it. "If someone saw him, it won't take long for the police to get here." I say scaring myself at the thought.

  "Go through the garage and pull your car in." I say quickly thinking of a plan as I fumble to put my clothes back on in a hurry.

  I watch Zayn wipe his face aggravated at the situation. He quickly throws his shirt on, and goes down the stairs without saying anything.

  As soon as I get fully dressed, I make my way to the door. I look around and don't see anyone, they must have left. My heart continues to race, wondering if they left in a hurry for a reason.

  I hear the garage door open and within a few minutes Zayn comes back. I run and get an old towel, and soak up as much blood off of Carlito's body that I can.. so it doesn't drip onto the carpet, leaving a stain behind. 

  "He's too heavy to do this by myself." He hints that he needs my help, still sounding annoyed.

  Together we pick his lifeless body up and desperately hurry down the stairs. We throw him in the trunk of Zayn's suv, and I take a moment to acknowledge the fact that he can never hurt me or Zayn again. 

  I take a second to just savor the thought of all of this being over, finally being worry free. 

  I go back up stairs quickly, finishing the last of it. I grab a couple more old towels and clean up the puddle of blood off the kitchen floor. Once I finish, Zayn takes the towels and Carlito's gun and throws them in the trunk along with the rest of... the evidence.

  I rush to the sink and grab a bottle of bleach from underneath. I quickly use it to disinfect the area and dissolve any stains or anything else left behind. Once I finish, I literally run down the stairs and meet Zayn in his car. My heart beats fast and my body shakes from trying to rush so fast.

  "Where are we taking him?" I ask hitting the garage button to close it as we leave.

  "I'm not sure yet." He says keeping his focus on the road.