Those Eyes... (Zerrie Fanfic)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39:

"Please stop!" I begged him, scratching, kicking, shouting, as much as I could do to prevent him from doing the worst. I cringed at his touch and repeatedly yelled for help. There was literally nothing I could do. He shoved me face front on the floor and slid his hands under my dress. I closed my eyes and cried, dreading what he was about to do, unlike the sweet sensation I usually got with Zayn, this was complete opposite to that, my heart pounded and it felt like it was struggling to keep going.

There was a 'thump' sound, the feeling of his touch disappeared and I was free of his forced grip. Zac's hand was circling his forehand and standing in front of me was Alisha...

"Take my hand!" she shouted and offered her hand at me. I quickly grabbed hold of her hand and got up, thankfully I still had my clothes on. I couldn't help hug her tightly for saving me, it was a huge favour. "Thank you so much!" I said.

"We need to go fast!" she said, looking as scared as me. I ran but Alisha didn't follow me, I looked behind and saw that Zac had wrapped his hands around her leg.

"Get the wood Perrie! Hit him!" Alisha advised. I scanned the ground for the piece of wood she had used but it was dark and all I could make out on the floor was pretty much nothing. I couldn't just stand there though, I knelt down and spread my hands out onto the floor, hoping to get hold of the wood.

"Ah!" Alisha screamed. I turned around to see what was happening and to my horror, Alisha was laying on the floor, unconscious. He had knocked her out!

"You bastard!" I spat at him. I frantically swept the floor with my hands as he was walking closer to me. Too late, he circled my waist with his arms and dragged me backwards.

"I would have been nicer if you hadn't been so stubborn." he said and turned me around before kissing the side of my face. There was something hard next to me. I kicked him in the crotch and snatched the heavy piece of wood that Alisha had used before and smacked it with all my force at his head.

"Ow!" he screamed. I hit him again, this time with anger and full force. It did the trick. I collapsed on the ground too and cried.

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"It wasn't your fault." I told Zayn who was hell bent on blaming everything on him.

"I wasn't there when you needed me the most."

"But that's not your fault Zayn. Please stop talking about this!"

"I am sorry! Please don't start crying again."

"I can't help it okay!" I cried and tried my best to forget the memory but it kept coming back, his constant blaming game just increased it even more.

"I am going to check on Alisha. Don't follow me."

"Perrie!"

"Please Zayn. Just listen this once."

Zayn didn't move and I went to Alisha's room. She was sleeping soundly, he must have hit her pretty violently because the white band on her forehead was still clogging with blood. I sat down and took her hand. All my hatred and envy was replaced by respect. She twitched her fingers, slowly her eyes blinked open and she stared at me for some time.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes. Thank you for what you did yesterday."

"It'll take a little more than that to please me."

"What do you want?"

"Zayn."

I gasped and let go off her hand. Alisha was still Alisha.

"I am only joking!" she laughed. It was a terrible joke, even worse than Selena's.

"Anything else?"

"I tried to believe Zayn was having a fling with you but looks like he is serious this time... Take care of him. If I ever see him sad, I will make sure you suffer."

Wow. She must really care for him. I was wrong before.

"Always."

"Never say that word Perrie. Always never comes."

"I promise I will keep him happy. Fine?"

"I am counting on you. Don't you dare break this promise."

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Counting stars was on replay as I lay still on my bed, getting some peace of mind. The countless showers seemed to do little good at erasing the thought of his touch but now it was finally fading fast.

There was a knock on the door. It must be Zayn.

"You better stop apologising or else -

I shut up when I realised who it was and banged the door shut quickly. Yesterday night lingered back to my mind. We should have told the police but his family had pleaded, I wouldn't have listened if it weren't for Selena. I didn't want Jay's family holding a grudge on her, I knew too well how awful that felt.

"Perrie, let me apologise!"

"I don't care! Go away!"

"I know I was a monster yesterday. I didn't mean it!"

"Go away! Now!"

"I have a problem Perrie. Please don't misunderstand me. I am extremely sorry. I can't explain how much I hate myself for doing what I did. I have Intermittent explosive disorder. It makes me do stuff I regret later. Please forgive me."

Tears rolled out of my eyes as I slid down the door. Even if he was saying the truth, he did not deserve any sort of apology. Several minutes passed, neither of us said a thing but I knew he was still there.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Zayn's voice bellowed through the door. Oh no!

"I came to -

"How dare you come back!" Zayn shouted. Then there was some sort of crashing and shoving sounds.

"Zayn stop!" I flung open the door and stopped Zayn.

"Perrie he deserves it!"

"I know but I don't want you to act out of control. It's not you."

Zayn took my hand and led us to downstairs to the cafeteria.

"Order something." he commanded.

"No. I am not hungry and don't order me."

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Have something at least."

"I am really not hungry."

"Perrie please!"

"You are still angry Zayn! Get rid of it first."

"Fine!" Zayn said and got up. He marched towards the horse keeper who was having some tea and smacked him on the cheek. Zayn didn't stop. What the hell! I stormed off back to my room. I had had enough of people thinking they owned everyone.