The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter XVII

Zayn's P.O.V.

We're driving down the road and Nicole is still in my jacket. She looks so cute in oversized clothing. She looked better in the dress, but my jacket on her doesn't bother me. I peek over at her and her head is leaned back against the seat and she is looking out of the window.

I'm happy I got to share that place with someone other than my brother. Now, not all of my memories that I have at that place will be just my brother and I. My mind can bring up the memories I just made with Nicole. I can remember the way her blonde hair shined from the glow of the lights, the way she held my hand to comfort me, everything.

I don't usually fall for a girl like I have with Nicole. I wouldn't say I'm in love with her, but I'm definitely fond of her. I haven't had a real "girlfriend" since high school and that only lasted about a month. Nothing that serious. I've had a couple one-night-stands with random girls from the bar, but that was when I was a drunk and the bar was my second home. I'm glad I turned that shit around or I would be passed out in front of the bar instead of here in Moscow driving Nicole to her next surprise.

I drive back into the city and to this small restaurant. Very small if you compared it to the one we went to yesterday for "lunch". I know this place, my brother and I went here the first night we arrived at Mosco- No I can't start thinking of him again.

"You're going to like this place," I comment as I park the car.

"Well I liked the last place a lot so this one better step up its game," she jokes and we both giggle as we step out of the car. I made sure to park close so she wouldn't have to walk a long ways in the cold. Our arms link together as we walk in, a bell goes off, letting people know someone has arrived, and we seat ourselves.

"It's warm in here," she says with a grin, "I like it." I lightly laugh at her childish tone.

"I bet you do," I comment more to myself than to her. I watch her take my jacket off and lay it in the booth next to her. I sit across from her and take in the restaurant. There are big men sitting by the bar with ladies sitting, either on their laps or on the stool next to them, their red lips parted, releasing smoke into the air from the tobacco stick between their bony fingers.

"I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." She informs me with a smile and I watch her walk to the back of the restaurant. A waiter, around Nicole and I's age, walks up to our table.

"Hi, I'm Jack, I'll be your waiter for tonight," he says to me in the Russian language. I give him a fake grin and he continues, "Drinks?" I order a beer and a water for Nicole.

Nicole's P.O.V.

I wash my hands after I'm done with my business. I push the door open with my foot and walk out into the narrow hall where the bathrooms are located. I notice the door that has an "employees only" sign on it, open. One man walks out with two drinks the another man turns to me and rushes at me. I'm pushed into a closet and I scream as he places his hand over my mouth and locks the door behind us.

I bite his hand and I can hear his groan in the darkness. I sink to the ground into the corner so he can't reach me. I quietly search for something, anything that I can use to protect myself. My fingers find a smooth, hard, stick-like object. I grip it tight in my hand and slowly stand up, ready to strike my attacker. My arms lift up, ready to swing, when he speaks.

"Nic, it's me, stop!" The familiar yells through the darkness. I recognized the voice and lowered my weapon.

"Uncle Jeff?" I hear things fall and all of the sudden a chain is pulled and light replaces dark.

"Yeah, it's me," he lightly groans again, holding his hand, probably where I bit him.

"Sorry. You should have known I was going to do something to hurt you when you attacked me like that," I say with a light giggle. He shakes his head and looks at me with the straightest facial expression.