Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

chapter 55

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Chapter 55

        Everything was set carefully. Candles everywhere decorating the house with light. My heart beating hard and fast, as if it’s going to burst out of my ribcage. I checked the oven for the cake I have learned to cook as I sigh seeing it starting to get puffier by every minute passing.

       I took the few moments left to check myself on the mirror, I rode the stairs up to Zayn’s room as I open its door, trying to speed up and earn few more moments before Zayn is here.

      I wasn’t wearing anything over, neither lots of makeup. I wore my skinny ripped jeans and a tank top even though my sleeveless arms are freezing, I liked my look better like this.

          Zayn doesn’t know I am here, he thought I left home after he went to his job, I tried not to think back to home, neither of whom is there. But I couldn’t help not wonder what he is doing? Or does he know tonight I will give up the most precious thing I have? Does he care?

     I haven’t got any text or calls at all from him. He disappeared since I left, and madly, deeply I missed him.

    My soul is torn between declining this whole thing, and pack heading back to Harry as if nothing happened, and staying here, completing what I started. After all it’s Zayn. He deserves it.

      “You are strong, you can do it.” I told myself on the mirror. Even if I wanted to turn back I can’t, this is unavoidable now, truly.

      I heard the front door open and a girl’s giggling following afterwards. I walked slowly toward the door as I look over the stairs. Two drunk figures walked from the front door, a girl who I discovered is a blonde is holding on the man hips as he whispered stuff in her ear.

        My heart was either beating in my ear or stopped because I couldn’t decide yet. “It can’t be Zayn, it can’t.”

      I got inside the room and closed the door behind me, sweat started growing layers on my forehead although the cold was bone freezing.

       My hand wiped at my forehead trying to calm down a little bit.

   I have to check on them myself. The giggling growing lesser before it stopped. I opened the door and walked slightly and slowly, maintaining the problem on my head if it was Zayn. What if it was him? What if he is bringing girls to his house every night? I was going crazy.

      A smashing sound made me flinch as I hear a louder laughters this time. I closed my eyes briefly as I pray to god they didn’t smash my well done feast.

      “Babe did you make this for me?” I can hear the smile in her voice but he didn’t answer. Who ever is there I should stay calm.

     “Zayn?” I managed to yell before I discover the truth by my eyes. “Who’s this?” The girl yelled back, I can hear fumbling and I can sense fear in the air.

         Then my eyes landed on Zayn topless with the same blonde girl on top of him. Straddling his hips. “I—I…” I probably swallowed my voice. I couldn’t speak and my head spun continuously, I blinked few times.

     “This Zayn guy is just—not right?”

  The event with Harry, his words repeated themselves constantly. I held on the bureau in front of me, my breaths coming in short paces, or maybe I couldn’t breathe at all?

      “Bella—Bella look—” He threw the girl away from him as he jogged toward me, I wanted to move but I couldn’t not stare at him and think back to all the times, I thought he was a great guy. The guy who is everyone's dream, the guy I got and no one else got, the right guy. Was I wrong all along? Was I foolish enough to take all this in and never discover the reality?