This was my first imagine ever, but only the first four parts :P I wanted to let it end after she left since in imagines the boys always can do anything and the girls will say "oh it's ok I'll stay bc I love you" even though they didn't even apologize :S but a follower asked me to continue so I did :)) hope you like it :D
You couldn't take this kind of situation any longer. You've put up with this for quite some time now and tonight you've had enough. Enough of sitting here at home all alone while he was out another night with they boys getting drunk. He didn't even bother to ask you if you want to go out with them, no he'd just decide that he's not coming home. Normally you'd just sit there waiting for him to come home and worrying and after hours awake you'd finally hear a key turn in the door. It'd be him, but not the boy you loved instead there would be a wasted and drunkn mess which completely disgusts you. You hated him when he was drunk, he'd get really rude and say nasty things to you, while you'd just tuck him in and try to get his wasted self to sleep. After he'd fall asleep you'd just sit there staring at your ugly self in the mirror, while your head keeps repeating every indignity he said before. And you'd believe it.But not this time, this time you've made up your mind, it has been enough for you. He got drunk more often lately and took the aggravation out on you by insultibg you with worse things he ever did. He called you names and words that cut deep into your flesh. You cried a lot lately just because of him and you were sick of it. You sat there on the couch, again waiting for him, but you knew this time would be the last. While waiting for his return you abstractedly stroke over the dark blue marks that were covering your wrists. A sad wistful smile played around your lips as you were thinking back to the night when he laft this mark: You were trying to convince him to go to sleep and sober up bit he got angry and grabbed your hands roughly in a tight grip while screaming at you. You were deep in your thoughts when there was the well known sound of the key turning in the lock, then the door creaking open. You didn't bother to turn my head, you just kept staring at the big bruise he gave you just a few nights ago. "Oh hey (Y/N), you're still awake craving for me weren't you, you little slut.", he slurred at me while leaning against the doorframe. He stalked forward, approaching you more with each wide step he took. You took one last deep breathe to gather toghether the courage to resist his abrasive drunken personality. He tried to draw you into his arms but you resisted, which caused his face to turn red in anger. "Zayn!", you started but he rudely cut you off. "Playin' hard t' get doncha?" You were already disgusted by his wasted self, so you swiftly jumped up the couch and grabbed your suitcase which you've packed before. Your quick move confused the slow drunken boy in front of you and now his face was an even deeper shade of red, while his features were filled with anger. "You little bitch, come over here, now!", he demanded. "Believe me, you don't want me to have come and get you!" It was sad but you didn't even jerk at his harsh words anymore you were used to them. You still were afraid of him every fucking time, but you learned not to show it, to conceal your angst which was caused by his madness. "No Zayn, not this time! I've just waited for you to tell you it's over. I'm gonna leave tonight and I don't want to see you ever again!", you dryly stated. Your words made him stumble two quick steps to you. You quickly turned to the door to leave. But he was quicker than you'd thought so he caught hold of your sore bruised wriste before you could reach the door of the flat the two of you shared. You winced in pain but he didn't notice as he was screaming at you right now. "Don't you little whore dare to leave me! You're not leaving until I say so!" Now you really were in a whole lot of pain because with every word he shouted in your fearfilled face he clamped on your wrist tighter. "Zayn, you're hurting me!", you whispered quietly, but he didn't mind or hear and just kept on saying nasty words, hurting you more and more. "You're mine and only mine so you won't be going anywhere!" Tears were filling in your eyes, you couldn't take the pain anyomore. "Ouch, Zayn you're crushing my wrist!", you whined. Then suddenly something in his eyes changed and he lossened his grip a bit while looking down on you with worry and regret in his eyes. "(Y/N), I'm so sor-" This time you were the one to cut him off. "Cut it out Zayn, what you say doesn't matter anymore. Let me go, I want to leave!", you demanded with a surprisingly strong voice. "But..." You snatched away your hand from his grip. "No, I've had enough of this! I'm leaving!" Again he started: "But (Y/N)..." You stopped again to answer him one last time, standing only one step away from the door, which you yanked open and then turned around to face the boy who once has been the love of your live and forever will be. "No (Y/N) Zayn! You've had a million chances to make this right I've stayed with you and put up with this behaviour because I hoped it will pass and the boy whom I fell in love with will be back. Bug now I can't do this anymore, I'm so tired! You promised me you'd never hurt me in any way, but you did physically and psychically!" You were now really mad and sick. You were screaming at him and showing him your deep blue til purple bruised wrist. "Bye Zayn!" And with that words you left your only home through the door, not looking back even once.
