Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty Eight (Part One & Two)

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT:

  I kick him as hard as I can and he lets go. I manage to stumble out the window, and then quickly get my balance back. 

  I run as fast as I can up the street without looking back. My heart races making it, and my heavy breathing, the only noises I can hear.

  I make it to the main road and then stop. I take a second to catch my breath and then turn around and see nothing within the view of the street lights. 

  I sit down for a second and call Zayn.

  After a few rings he finally answers, "Oh my God, Zayn! Please, can you get me?" I cry out in panic, almost unable to talk.

  "Yeah, what's wrong?" He starts to panic himself.

  "I need you to take me to the police, it's Kyle. Please just hurry. I'm by the end of my road." I start crying again, realizing that Kyle could've actually raped me.

  "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute, okay?"

  He hangs up and I constantly keep watch, paranoid that Kyle will come up the road.

  A couple minutes pass and a car pulls in front of me. I quickly get up and rush inside.

  "Oh my God, Jade. What happened?" He starts to panic as he wipes the tears off of my face, "Are you okay?"

  I look up at him, "He kissed me and almost raped me." I blurt out and a few more tears fall, unable to control it.

  He sits there quiet for a few seconds as his chest slowly starts to rise faster. He grips the steering wheel tightly, making his knuckles white.

  "I should've taken care of him a long time ago."

  He suddenly hits the gas, and speeds to my driveway. I hear skid marks being left on the road from the intensity of his driving.

  "Zayn, don't!" I cry out but he ignores me.

  His eyes are completely focused ahead and he's already transformed into being angry. He stops in my driveway and I hold onto him, stopping him from getting out.

  "Let go of me!" He screams in my face, beyond angry.

  "Please, just take me to the police. Let them take care of it." He ignores me and fights me, struggling to get out.

   As a reaction, I slap him across his face, forcing him to come back to reality.

  He instantly stops and now some of his anger is focused on me. I kiss him before he can react.

  I keep my hand around his neck, not allowing him to pull away and make the kiss deeper. I put my other hand on his thigh and rub it, trying to calm him down. I pull away and see that his anger is only somewhat gone.

  "Thank you for caring this much, but please can we just let the cops handle it this time?" I put my hands on his chest and feel his heart beat, praying that he hears me out.

  He stares at me for a few minutes and then looks away.

  He takes a deep breath, swallowing his pride, "Okay, fine." He replies bitterly.

  He starts the car and reverses out of my driveway.

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"…His name is Kyle Schaffner. He's like thirty years old, and I'm still under age… He forced me to kiss him and then he tried to rape me, but I was barely able to get away. I had to escape through the window." I awkwardly tell the officer my story and grab Zayn's hand to comfort me.