HIGH

Chapter 9 Monster

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While listening to Zayn ramble on with Niall and the other two guys, I started to think about everything. It all sort of hit me at once. First things first.

Names.

The only way I even found out Zayn's first name was because of one of his drunken friends. And now, I knew his last name. Zayn Malik. The second most feared person within this town. Nobody even knew his first name. I was two steps ahead of everyone when it came to that.

But how did he know my name? How did Alec know my name? It was possible that when I had left my bag in the alleyway the first time, Zayn had gone through it but not taken anything from it. Things just didn't make sense though. Why would Zayn Malik waste his time going through some stranger's bag and not take anything? Through out the whole time I've been with Zayn I've never once mentioned my name. Nor did he ask what my name was. How could I know both his first and last name but he only knew my first? I continued thinking about this then came to the realization that they probably knew everyone's name. The gang probably had like a list of some sort. Still, it didn't add up. Zayn knew nothing about me yet I was sleeping under his roof, in his bed. Of course he was probably used to that. The whole one night stand stuff.

The second.

Personality.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell me I had it good. I could currently be drugged up, near death, in some random man's bed but instead I was here with Zayn. I had slept in a warm bed last night. I was wearing actual clothes which actually covered my boobs. I was conscious and well alert. I easily could've just been some sex doll in the gang's most successful business. Zayn could have easily let me been taken by John the first time around. Along with the second time. Yet each time, he had interfered at the perfect moment. I found that strange. Why was he saving me? He should be letting it happen not trying to stop it. He should have been laughing about it and scorning me for it. But he wasn't.

The worst he had done so far was giving me a few bruises on my face. He wouldn't really raise his voice. Each time we would yell at one another and his hand would raise to hit me, I could see it in his eyes he was holding back. There was something causing him to limit himself. Even the way he treated me was different. I knew for a fact he wasn't nice. None of them were. Zayn Malik was not a nice person. He wouldn't care if John had raped me or not. His fucking gang members treated me differently. Niall and the curly kid wouldn't have dared to say something to me if Zayn was actually serious about me. None of them would have sat on those couches laughing back and forth and cracking jokes if all of this was legit.

There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Zayn had meant it when he called me his. The snarl in his voice, even his body language proved he was dead serious about that. I knew that part was real. But come on. A gang member wouldn't willing take the couch and let some 'quick fuck' sleep in their bed. And a gang member definitely wouldn't make a girl toast for when she woke up. I mean, we didn't sleep together so that could mean something. But even the person who has authority over Zayn was kind and understanding. The leader of the gang should be a ruthless killer who doesn't believe in second chances and shit. It was just so odd.

He was even protective over me. Zayn willingly put himself in front of me when bullets were flying past us back at the club. He had made sure to let the people at the other gang 'house' know I was with him. He had beaten John senseless for something I'm sure he'd done many times himself. I bet it was just an excuse to throw a few punches at John. After remembering the state we had left John in though, Zayn seemed more pissed off than anything. The look on his face when he heard me yell his name, he looked genuinely concerned for my safety. And maybe I was just over analyzing everything but it just felt weird.