Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen:

  My finger pushes the trigger and my body gets pushed back a little from the pressure… and at the same time, a loud noise echoes off the walls of the alley.
  Within seconds I hear a gasp and then something hits the ground. My heart is literally about to rip out of chest and my hands are still shaky.

  I take a breath, not realizing I was holding it, and slowly open my eyes.

  I see the guy I was aiming for on the concrete with a puddle of blood forming over his body. The knife he was holding is a few inches from his hand, laying beside him from when he dropped it.
  I look over and see Zayn and the guy that was holding him look at the bloody body.

  I can feel my heart stop when they both simultaneously look over at me. Zayn takes the opportunity of distraction, and hits the guy in the face as hard as he can. The guy crouches down and covers his face, Zayn knees him in the stomach causing the guy to fall over.
  While he's down, he tries to get up, but struggles.

  Zayn quickly bends down and grabs the knife that's on the floor. The guy starts screaming and begging for his life as he sees Zayn come toward him with the weapon.
  Zayn kicks him harshly and then picks him up and slams him against the brick… the roles now reversed from a few minutes ago.
  "You should of thought of that before you tried you're little stunt." Zayn says in response of his begging.

  The guy goes to open his mouth, but Zayn stabs him before a word can get out. In a matter of seconds, blood starts to stream down.
  The guy's face looks down at his stomach and he looks back up, his eyes slowly gazing over.

  Zayn pulls the knife out and stabs him again, I quickly look away not wanting to see it, but I hear his body hit the ground.

  "I told you to stay in the car!" I hear Zayn's voice full of rage and then hear him pull the knife out of the guy's body. I open my eyes and see him looking in my direction, but not exactly looking at me… I forgot I'm still in the darkness.
  I walk into the light and see his eyes flash anger towards me.

"We need to get out of here, now." He grabs my hand and yanks me with him.

  We get in the car and he throws the knife in the glove box, and I follow his actions with the gun. He starts to drive off fast, and his heavy breathing is the only noise in the car. He drives a few miles down and pulls over at a gas station.
  He puts the car in park, but doesn't turn it off.

   He looks at me with a clenched jaw, "Do you not know how to fucking listen?" His eyes keep a straight stare, without blinking.

  "I saw that guy coming and had to do something!" I defend myself, but it escalates quickly into anger. "You would be dead if it wasn't for me!" I yell at him, not getting why he's so angry.

  "I know how to defend myself, I don't need to be baby sat. Next time, you better listen to me… if there even is a next time." He puts the car in drive and starts driving again. 

  His words are like a dagger, stabbing me in the heart. If there even is a next time what does that even mean?
  I sit in silence slightly upset that I just shot someone to save him, and he's acting like this. 

  He starts driving toward my house to take me home, "You need to take me to the pier, I drove." I remind him awkwardly.
  He doesn't say anything but turns the car around.

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  I pull into my driveway, barely making it home without wrecking. The whole time, the street and lights were blurred from my tears.
 I wipe my face and see a car is parked in the driveway… and it's not Mark's. I take a deep breath and turn the car off.

   I walk in the front door and see some guy with my mom on the couch.

  I quietly put her keys on the table before she notices and wipe my face again, hoping it's not too noticeable.
  "Hi, honey!" She says as she looks up. Her tone and the way she's acting sloppy, only means one thing… she's definitely drunk.
  "This is Kyle." She says giggling.

   The guy looks up from kissing her neck and smiles at me, I can instantly tell he's pretty drunk too. I look at them, completely disgusted. I have never in my life seen my mom like this.

  I quickly go off to my room and shut the door behind me.
  I rip off my shoes and slide out of this stupid dress, and then just sit on the edge of my bed. I lay back and look at the ceiling. A few tears stream down my cheek and onto my neck. My heart just hurts and feels confused.

  My heart and mind is completely focused on Zayn.

  I don't understand why he got so mad at me. I saved his life. I literally saved him… and then he's going to get angry?
  I roll over to my side and just breakdown. 

  He didn't even say "goodbye" or anything when he dropped me off.

  After a good while of crying and then composing myself, I decide to just go to bed. I stand up a little and reach for the ceiling fan to turn off the light.

  I crawl into bed, and don't even bother to put pajamas on… I'm just too lazy.
  I get under the covers, but after a few minutes it becomes too hot… so I push them off and I just lay on my back, staring into the darkness.

  My whole body becomes numb as I start to think about everything. Zayn, my mom, and then it actually hits me that I shot someone today. I start to panic, but quickly shrug it off. No one found out about Jasmine or Carlito, or the guy from behind the beach bathrooms… no one will found out about this.

  I close my eyes and begin to fall asleep. After a few moments, I can hear my door open.

I slowly open my tired eyes and see nothing but darkness. "Mom, please." I barely get the words out, "You can talk to me about it in the morning."

  I close my eyes, expecting her to go away… but instead, she sits at the edge of my bed.

  I prepare myself for her to tell me about her night, like she usually does the few times she's had too much to drink… but she just sits there.
  I open my eyes only to see darkness, then sit up slightly confused at what she's doing.

  Her hand grips my leg… but my heart drops to my chest when I realize that's not her hand, it's a guy's hand.

  I immediately back up against the wall as my heart races as fast as it possibly can.
  I hear the mattress springs move and feel the indention of his body come closer. My breathing gets heavy and I start to become scared. 

  I start screaming and instantly feel his hands grab me tightly.