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Chapter 27 - Just Run Away

Chapter 27 || Just Run Away
Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :

 Serious Chapter

"WHAT?" I inquire, ripping my hand out of Zayns's. I sit up, scooting an inch away from him. My eyes are wide. My heart is beating erratically. My hands are shaking. My breathing is labored, coming out in short, shallow breaths. 

He's looking at me with wide, lost eyes. His hand is slowly reaching out to me, trying to grasp my hand on the pavement or my knee, I don't know. I flinch away, staggering to a stand. Zayn watches me with hurt eyes, quickly getting on his feet as well.

"Max, please. Just let me explain," He pleads, golden eyes wide but narrowed. His posture is stiff but vulnerable. His touch is demanding but desperate. His actions are all polar opposites of each other. He's trying to put on a tough exterior but it's not working. 

"Zayn, what are you doing?" I whisper, backing up. I'm kind of scared to back up. We're on a thirty-five story high building and if I misplace my footing, I could free-fall down all thirty-five stories in less than three minutes.

"I-I'm sorry, Max," Zayn says, voice hoarse and cracking. He nears me, hands shaking as they try to reach out for me. "I can't help it," He adds, staggering his way over to me. I'm vaguely aware that I might be reaching the ledge of the rooftop.

"No!" I hiss out, eyes clouding with many emotions. Anger, for making me feel all these things then pushing me away. Pity, because he's trying to get to me but all I'm doing is shutting him out. Sadness, for all the times he pushed me away. And somewhere between it all, I kind of feel Happiness. 

"Just listen!" Zayn cries out, taking the final step between us. There's not a yard in front of us. There's only a foot between us. I know he wants to reach and grasp me or something. I'm dying to just run away like the wimp I am.

And, eventually, that's what I end up doing. 

I scurry around Zayn, ignoring his pleading shouts and desperate cries. I ignore the stinging pain in the back of my eyes and continue towards the rooftop door. After several failed attempts, I manage to yank the door open. I pull too hard and it ends up slamming into the wall beside it. 

By then, Zayn is nearing me. I grab the door handle and pull it shut behind me, making sure it actually closes and my pull is strong enough to kinda jam the door shut for a while. I whirl around, staring at the staircase below me. 

Zayn's room in this apartment building is on the twenty-eighth floor. Which means I have to fucking bee-line it down seven staircases before I reach it. Not wasting any more time, I start going down the stairs. 

I've only made it down about one flight before I hear the door open. My breath picks up as I see Zayn's moving figure move down the staircase. I ignore him, continuing to run down the steps. I almost miss a step but recover from my fright quickly.

My shoulder hits the side of the wall as I start reaching the actual apartment floors. The top four floors are used for storage and other things. I ignore the stinging pain in my shoulder and skid on my shoes, grasping the railing tightly in my hand.