I wake up by the sound of my annoying alarm. I shut it off quickly before my mother wakes up. As I get up to brush my teeth, a familiar voice fills the room.
"Can I come in?" Zayn says standing in my doorway.
"No, are you crazy?" I whisper-yell. I don't want my mom to wake up and find him in here.
"Yes. We both know that. I'm still coming in." He says, shutting the door. I want to push him out, but what's the point? He's too strong and he's just going to push me back in.
"Why?" I grunt and place the tooth paste on my tooth brush.
"Because you never answered me last night." He answers.
"So? I don't have to." I say, putting the brush in my mouth.
"Well I was trying to say I miss you and I'm sorry." He says, moving closer. I can't answer because my mouth is full, but I want to snap at him.
"And I want to kiss you again." His voice comes closer. I spit out my full mouth and rinse. I turn around and he's in my face.
"Please go." Is all I can say out of this intensity.
"I'm taking you to school. I'm not leaving." He says firmly. We stand close to each other and I feel him tense up.
"You're so demanding, I don't have to listen to you, dick." I try to push him, but he has me trapped.
"You're not going a anywhere until you kiss me." He says, moving closer. I feel like I'm in a movie, or a book. But I don't want this, I don't want this with him. I would if he hadn't fucked everything up.
"Get away from me, I'm not fucking kissing you." I struggle to push him away, I still stay unsuccessful. He forces his lips upon mine and mine stay closed. His mouth moves but mine stays still, he begins to grow frustrated and pulls away.
"Why won't you fucking kiss me?! I told you to kiss me!" He yells in my face. His thick accent screams through my ears causing me to cringe.
"Because you're disgusting, you forced me to do something without permission, I'm going to tell Perrie. Fuck off." I finally push him away and run out of the room. I'm not dressed but I don't plan on going to school anyway.
"Carmen come back!" He yells. His voice cracks as if he were about to cry. I slam the front door and run into the backyard. I know he will think I ran off. I here the door slam and I hide, but still able to see where he's going. He yells my name and grunts loudly. He gets in his car, almost shattering the window as he slams the car door. I sigh in relief that he's leaving. I continue to watch as his car speeds down my neighborhood, but not in the direction to school. He's either going to look for me, or going to Perrie's house. I don't care what he does. I run back to the front door after realizing the back door is locked. I go back upstairs and slam my door, but my mother is sitting on my bed.
"Would you like to tell me what's going on? Why I hear a boy screaming your name and slamming doors?" She asks her voice in an infuriated tone.
"You must've been dreaming mom."
"No, I've been awake listening to what's going on. Who was that? It sounded like Zayn."
"It was." I answer.
"What happened?" She asks. She sounds more worried now, now that she sees my condition.
"We've been fighting and he kissed me, well forced me to kiss him but I didn't, then I ran to the backyard and he didn't see me, now he's looking for me, I think."
"Wait, he what? He forced himself upon you? That could've lead to rape, Carmen!"
"I wouldn't let that happen mom, you know that."
"I'm going to call his parents. I will get their number from the school." She stands up.
"Mom, no. It's fine he apologized." I lie. I don't know why I'm defending him.
"That doesn't make it okay—or even legal!" She almost yells.
"I said I'm okay and it's fine, mom! This is why I don't tell you things because you don't know how to handle anything, you act like such a great mom but you aren't! You're never home, you're always drunk, and you don't give a damn about me! So why now? The one time that I don't need you? You're going to act like a real mom now? You're pathetic." I spat. She looks shocked, but also realizes that I am one hundred percent right.
"Don't you talk to me that way, little girl." She says through her teeth. She looks like she is going to slap me, but she storms out of my room and screams. Just like a child. Since she's probably going to run off again.
I decide to not go to school. I call Macy and ask for her to bring me the work for today so I won't get behind. I will have double work to do, but it will keep my mind occupied. I'm surprisingly a good student, but my grades have been slacking for a month now, ever since all of this drama happened to me. I would never in a million years think that Zayn Malik, the cute, sweet, lovely, boy I met at the beach, would turn into a tattooed, hot, asshole. Who ruined what was supposed to be the best years of my life.
My phone rings. I roll my eyes and pick it up, my finger already on the "end call" button. It was Perrie. I am stupid enough to answer it.
"Yes?" I snap into the phone.
"What did you do to him? He's a wreck and he won't let me...help him." She says. Her and I both know what "help" means.
"I didn't do anything." I defend.
"Well there has to be a reason he won't let me suck hi— help him. You did something to my baby and something bad. He's never like this."
"Like what?" I ask.
"I don't know, catatonic, sort of?"
"Not my problem." I laugh and hang up. I feel like a bitch but I'm satisfied with not engaging more. I cringe at the thought of Perrie doing naughty things to Zayn. She probably took his virginity. In 10th grade. I would never, ever think of doing such a thing. Especially at this age. I grab my laptop, which was sitting at the edge of my bed, and open in it. Maybe watching Netflix will calm me down, get my mind off of things. I haven't watched American Horror Story in a while, I have to catch up on season two. I find the episode and hit "play".
