Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen:

  He drives a pretty long distance, about forty minutes away from my house and he pulls off onto a side road. The road goes on for miles, completely surrounded by trees. It feels like there hasn't been a soul around for days.

  Five minutes pass of the same scenery and he pulls over to the curb. "We have to be fast." He says getting out of the car, I follow.

   He opens the trunk, revealing our secret.

   He starts to pick him up and then looks at me, telling me that he needs help.

  I carry his legs and walk with Zayn off into the wooded area. There's no path, but it seems like he knows his way.

  He stops by a huge oak tree and drops the body, I mimic his action.

  "Wait here, I'll be right back." He runs off back towards the car, leaving me alone.

  Squirrels pass by as I wait for him to return. Eventually, I see him coming forward from behind some shrubs.

  He has a huge shovel in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. He tosses me the plastic bag and I can immediately tell what's inside… the bloody towels. I drop them beside his body and watch Zayn as he starts digging.

  The sun is moved across the sky, I don't know the exact time but I do know we've been here for a good while. I look over at Zayn and his shirt is off now and sweat starts to drip down his body.

  I look down at the hole and see a decent size, but he has to dig a little more.

  "Do you want me to do it for a while?" I ask trying to be helpful.

  "No." He replies shortly, not taking his eyes off the ground. His mood is serious and still slightly irritated.

  "Are you mad at me?" I look at him and he still doesn't look at me. "No." He replies quickly with the same short answer.

  I sit down and lean against the tree.

  It hurts a little at how he's acting... actually more than a little, a lot. Earlier he was fine with waiting…and now he's really that upset about it? I just don't understand.

  I watch him as he stops to wipe the sweat from his face.

  My heart actually starts to hurt at just how attractive he is. I start to get mad at myself for stopping him earlier.

  Maybe if I just sucked it up, he wouldn't be like this.

  As I continue to think about the whole situation I just start to get angry. He should understand its my body, my choices.

  I haven't even been with him for that long for him to get that angry over it.

  Out of anger, I stand up about to yell at him. Just as I go to open my mouth, words leave his.

  "This is good enough." He walks past me and picks up the front part of Carlito's body.

   I take a deep breath and push my feelings a side.

  I grab the other half and we carry him to the hole.

  We swing his body into it, and hear a crunching noise as his body hits the bottom. I start to gag at the sound, I've never heard anything so disgusting.

  Zayn takes the shovel and hits his body, shoving Carlito into the hole as far as he can go.

  My dry heaving gets worse as I hear his bones crush from the shovel. My body just takes over and I throw up by the tree unable to tolerate the sounds.

  I squat down and cover my face with my hands, shaking from the situation. The realization of the fact that I killed him truly starts to soak into my brain. "Oh God…" I whisper to myself in shock at my own actions.

  Millions of emotions rush through my soul, and the second I remember the type of person he was…my actions start to feel justified.

  I take a few moments to gather my thoughts and compose my feelings, then look up at the sky.

  I can see the sun rays peaking through the cracks of the branches. I take a few deep breaths and suppress the horrifying memories away, trying to move forward. What's done is done.

  Eventually, Zayn finishes the job and we make our way back to the car. He keeps his study completely on the road, without saying a single word.

  It wasn't like a usual quiet drive, the tension in the car was ridiculously thick. I stare out the window and watch as we pass by everything.

  He pulls into the usual spot of a few houses away from mine. I take off my seat belt and open my door… excepting him to turn the car off and walk me or at least say goodbye, I stopped myself when he didn't.

  I turn to face him and see him ignoring me, looking straight forward. In this exact moment, I can literally feel my whole world crashing down on me. My heart races a thousand miles an hour as I realize what's happening.

  It's officially done and over.

  Carlito's gone… Carlito was the reason Zayn was with me… to protect me from him… but now, he's gone. He's gone and in that moment, he took Zayn with him.

  It only makes sense with how he's been acting… I close my eyes and my heart drops to my stomach.

  I've been through so much with him and he's just going to throw it all away? I really convinced myself that I was actually going to be able to have a relationship with him. I feel so stupid for getting caught up in the moment.

  I open my eyes blurring my vision as a few tears drip down my face.

  "Zayn…" His name leaves my mouth and my lip starts to quiver, "Is this… it?… Are we… Are we done now?" Tears rush down my face as I'm barely able to get the words out.

  Completely heart broken that I actually thought this was going somewhere.

  He turns to look at me, his beautiful face stares at me.

  I can already feel my heart being stabbed a hundred times as his eyes stare into mine… never wanting him to look away.

  "Answer me." I demand quietly, not exactly sure if I can handle it or not.

  I stare at his perfectly defined lips as the words leave his mouth, "Please, don't do this…" My heart stops beating for a second as his words hit me like a train making me feel paralyzed.