Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:

  "Shh, be quiet." His words slur and the scent of alcohol that radiates off his breath makes me sick. He's not aggressive, but…drunk.

  "Leave me alone!" I scream and start kicking my legs. I kick air until I finally hit him somewhere and hear him groan. He lets go and I hear his body roll over onto the floor.

  I jump up and run to the door. I rush into my mom's room and flip the light on. As I look around, I realize she's not there.

  I hear him in my room getting up and start walking, so I run into the living room. I see my mom completely passed out from drinking. I run up to her and start shaking her and screaming for her to wake up.

  I hear footsteps and look up to see Kyle at the entrance of the living room. "Please, leave me alone!" I yell, my voice cracks from being scared.

  "Comee onn." His words drag on and he starts to walk towards me, stumbling a lot. He walks towards me, and I back up. I keep walking backwards until I hit the wall, stopping me. He takes a few more steps and I panic.

  I look down, thinking of how to escape and see the remote on the table. I pick it up as he takes one more step, becoming insanely close. Just as his arm moves, I raise my arm and hit him upside the head as hard as my body will allow.

  I watch him as his eyes roll to the back of his head and then falls backward, unable to keep his balance.

 I run fast to my room and instantly lock the door behind me. My mind races, unsure of what to do. He's not going to stay unconscious forever.

  I turn on my ceiling fan light on, and see my reflection in the mirror. Realizing that I'm only in under garments, I throw an oversized t shirt on. Once I'm dressed, I sit on my bed and run my fingers through my hair as I contemplate on what to do. A few ideas flow through my mind, but only one makes sense.

  I go to my dresser and get my phone. I dial Zayn's number and wait as it continues to ring. I try calling him a few times in a row, but he never answers. I sigh in disappointment as I put my phone down. I forgot about the whole incident we had earlier.

  I can feel my heart breaking all over again, but desperately fight my feelings. I just sit on my bed, prepared to defend myself again…after hours of forcing myself to stay up, I eventually end up sleeping.

  Light hits my face, causing me to wake up.

I change into some shorts and a tank top and then throw my hair in a messy bun. I go to walk out the door, when last night hits me. My heart beats fast as I wonder if I should open my door or not.

  I walk over to my window and peak behind the curtains, revealing his car still in the driveway.

  "Damn it." I curse quietly to myself.

  I stay quiet for a few minutes, listening if I can hear them. They might still be passed out from last night. I hear a little noise, but it sounds like it could be the television.

  I grab my phone and see that I have a couple missed calls, but I don't bother to look right now.

  My main priority is just to get out of here before they get up. I grab some money from my drawer… and then head towards the front door, to leave.

  As I make it to the living room, I see them both on the couch. I stop, annoyed at the fact that I was wrong. I was hoping they were still passed out.

  "Just in time for breakfast." Kyle says looking at me as he stands up, acting like absolutely nothing happened.

  I stand there shocked, not sure how to react. Is he really doing this? I stand there wondering if he really doesn't remember, or if he's just acting.