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As soon as Zayn's front tires hit the beginning of the driveway, I was gone. It didn't really take as much as I thought it would. Caught him off guard that's for sure. I had unbuckled my seatbelt and yanked open the door. Zayn had slammed on the breaks while yelling a few colorful words. I didn't respond. I was gone.
It felt good to run. I felt as if I was flying over the grass. Over the acres upon acres of grass and forest this place was built on. I didn't look over my shoulder once in fear of what I might see. If I could make it to the woods, I'd be safe. He wouldn't be able to get me once I was there. So many places to hide, so little places Zayn would look.
Of course this plan hadn't been thought through. It was an 'in the moment' kind of thing. The start of the car ride was silent up until Zayn decided he needed to explain himself. He thought that the best way to get me listen to him was to scare me. Well, he had scared me. Not enough into listening to him but he had scared me. That poor girl probably had so many things going for her. She was pretty and didn't seem so bad. And maybe that was just the drugs but she still had a life. Now that life was ruined.
I don't know if Zayn thought I'd participate in his little heart to heart thing he had going. I never said one word the whole time. That got him pissed.
Zayn had two sides. He was either a badass gang member who would beat the fucking shit out of me or someone who felt the need to discuss why he felt the need to do something. That was basically his way of apologizing I guess. Fact of the matter was that he had a good side and a bad side. And it was blatantly obvious he was one or the other. There was no in between. He was faking some part of it.
I am livid. He fucking kissed me. Yet he feels no need to explain that. It shouldn't even had happened. There was absolutely nothing intimate about me being shoved against a wall, struggling to stand I might add, and him being the reason for almost breaking my ribs. I don't know what made him think I wanted that. Although he probably didn't give a shit about what I wanted and didn't want. I didn't understand how anyone could possibly find it romantic. The whole entire time he was kissing me, I was gasping for air just trying to breathe.
I won't lie. He was gentle. His mouth had been soft on mine like he was actually trying for something. Nonetheless, he was greedy and hungry. I was probably interfering with his daily sex routine anyways.
At some point while running across Zayn's lawn in pursuit of the woods my shoes had fallen off my feet. The grass was cool and soft on the bottoms of my feet. Once I was in the woods I'd be able to hide. Zayn wouldn't spend forever looking for me, eventually he'd go back into his house then go find some other poor girl and ruin her life. After that I'd just get myself out of the woods and back into town. It was my only option.
I didn't slow down. I was in full sprint. The edge of the woods was close. I was nearly there. So close. So close. So-
All of his weight was thrown on me. Zayn launched himself at me from behind, his long arms wrapping themselves around my waist. He tackled me as if this was some kind of sport. We hit the ground with a loud thud. My body was screaming at me. Everything hurt now. He was crushing me beneath him. I was on my back with my head looking up to the sky. My hands were pegged up near my head by his hands. He was nearly sitting on my stomach. I thrashed under him trying to throw him off. After a while I had to stop. Everything was aching and screaming for me to just lie still and not move. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
Zayn glared down at me. His almond eyes were narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed. The anger was rushing to his face causing him to turn a flush red sort of color. A vein in his neck looked like it was about to explode. His body was rigid along with his gaze. His eyes did not once lose contact with mine while I had squirmed and kicked beneath him. His jaw was clenched, his chest slowly rising and falling. This was Zayn. This is what he was.
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