Revulsion [zm au]

Fifteen.

*NOT EDITED*

Zayn's POV:

I groaned in frustration as I attempted to lift the large stick that lay on the ground. My injured hand was making the process ten times more difficult than it had to be. Everytime I'd lift and squeeze with that hand a razor sharp pain would ignite up the under side of my wrist making me drop whatever I was carrying each time. It was beginning to test my patience.

Last night we were hit with a thunder storm and unfortunately one of the trees that was in the backyard of the Whinscott's mansion, got hit with lightning causing the tree to spilt and for branches to scatter everywhere.

"You alright?" Thomas, another man who worked for Mr Whinscott, asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I bit my lip harsly as the pain lingered throughout my hand, trying to play it off.

"Fine." I mumbled as I reached down and picked up a small branch to chuck into the hatch of the truck.

"Maybe you should get that checked out by a doctor." he suggested as he pushed his blonde hair back and out of his face.

"Can't. Too much money needed to do that." I stated with no emotion.

It was true. One appointment would cost more than I make in six months.

He nodded silently, understanding my situation very well.

"Damn doctors here charge a fortune. Greedy bastards." I ranted as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and wiped my face roughly. The shirt immediatley absorbing the salty sweat that covered my skin.

"Oh Karen! It's so nice to see you again!" a loud whiny voice broke through the air causing both Thomas and I to turn and see what was happening.

There on the back deck of the house, Mrs Whinscott stood, clad in her navy blue dress and pearl necklace. In front of her stood Mrs Payne, who was dressed in her own expensive name brand dress. They both hugged, wide smiles apparent on their faces.

My lip curled in distaste at the sight of Karen Payne.

Payne.

One of the most powerful names in the state, possibly the country. Their bank was overflowing with wads of crisp green cash. Everyone knew them. Everyone wanted to meet them and possibly wedge themselves into their family.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I thought about the arranged engagment between Liam and Elizabeth.

No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I could not get myself to let the thought settle in calmly. The thought of him marrying her seemed to strike a nerve within me. The only reason her parents want her to marry him is because of his power and his money. He was nothing more than a dollar sign to her parents.

I was sickened at the thought of her being forced into this. I may not know her very well, but there was an undeniable attraction that I held for her.

She was not like the other snobs I had worked for in the past. She was different.

She was absolutley stunning in my opinion. To her long brown hair that was naturally wavy, to the small freckles that covered the bridge of her nose. To her sun kissed skin and naturally long eyelashes. To her generosity. To her kind words. Or my favorite, her sweet laughter.

My lips twitched into a small smile at the memory of hearing her laugh those few times that I had been near her. She may not have noticed my presence, but I was there. There listening like a creep.

I sighed turning away from the two women who now sat drinking their tea casually.

I gritt my teeth in annoyance as I thought about how relaxed they were while we two worked in this scalding hot weather.