Ch.7

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by 5555599me

by 5555599me

-Seven-

"W-what are you doing Zayn" I tried to control my breathing which is very hard when the hand of a very attractive boy is sitting by you creating all this unwanted attention well, down there. It's very uncompterble. He chuckled starring at me intensely, mostly at my cleavage .

I sucked in a breathe and gently pushed his hand off me only to have his hand replaced by the other one cupping my area. I could feel the heat just radiating off of me creating even more tension. I tried to move his hand again only to have my hand pinned down onto the bed before I could swat his soft but muscular hand away from my sensitive area.

"Now listen good baby" his hands reached up to my chin and lifted it up forcefully to meet him in the eye to make eye contact, once I did he squeezed my chin forcefully making my cheeks pop out a little and make my jaw hurt.ugh. Why is he doing this. It's like he turned personalities once I showed him my room.

"I know you didn't tell me to come hear just to talk, did you?" He said with his question not meant to be answered. But me being me I just decided to respond when I clearly wasn't supposed to. I shook my head in response telling him 'no' which he didn't like I guess.

His jaw tensed at my unwanted response and he let go of me and started walking towards the exit of my bedroom, the door. He stopped right as his soft hands were touching the invaluable golden doorknob and turned around swiftly but quickly straight towards me.

He walked toward me gripped my hair forcefully and painfully, full of pain I could feel one single tear almost coming in my right eye. But I refuse to cry. At least not in front of Zayn. Not in front of anybody. He looked me in the eye.

"Come to me when your ready" he let go of my hair hardly and pushed me back against my head board and I could've sworn I heard a crack noise during the whole physical thing. He then took one last look at me disgusted and left.

I then rushed downstairs checking more than twice to make sure no one was aware of my presence. I was looking for Zayn, making sure he left because I was still confused about the whole exchange that happened not long ago. Maybe two minuets top . Maybe three I don't even know.

I looked down and checked the door. Good. No sign of zayn being here. I let put a breathe of relief knowing that my mom wouldn't be able of accusing me of being a slut of a whore having a boy over in my room alone when she wasn't home.that would be very bad.

I rushed back to my room closed the door and sat on my bed putting away my books, thankful that my mom didn't come here yet.

"Who was that boy" I jumped a little and turned to look at her straight in the eye afraid if I disobeyed her commands she would throw a sofa at me or some crazy shot like that. You never know.

"Z-zayn" she chuckled and sat down on my bed watching me clean up my mess.

"He left because your not ready,miss that what he said?" Now she know damn well thats what the hell he said. Sorry I may be a little angry due to the fakes that in this very room.

I nodded nodded not leaving her very I tensing and frightening gaze.that I've learned to ignore.

"Well we'll have to do something about that" she then stood up and left the room.

To be honest I'm not really sure what to think about that statement I don't even know what zayn was doing touching me down there. Whenever my mom hand special friends over they never touched me where zayns hands have touched me. My mom used to always have special friends over almost everyday I different dude.

Now that I'm over luckily she only brings them over on the night time when I'm asleep or just sitting in my bed reading an adventurous book or even chilled counting stars on my balcony wishing for my mom to be more understanding and have some more patience with me.

You might ask is it kind of weird seeing your mom with a different dude every night. It's different,but I've gotten used to it. But like I said she only brings them at night so I hardly notice them.

But when I was little in was in the living room one day hiding behind the couches just to see what my mom does with her special friends but that's something I probably shouldn't have seen. In my whole life time. Oven never seen my mom touching me like that so why was she touching him like that.

She was unbuttoning his very tight shirt and kissed while running his fingers down his chest while he made weird noises and whispered inappropriate things into her ear while gently nibbling on it. Okay, at this point when I was little I was like what the fuck why is he eating her damn ear. But I didn't know as much stuff as I do now about well anything sexual.

But as I got older since I was home schooled until early today, I never really learned about sexually attraction and didn't know exactly what it was, Now I have kindle an idea but I have really experimented with it and probably won't start soon so that's a good sign me wanting to wait.

I quickly shook me head to get rid of my sexual thoughts about my moms relationships and took of my tank top and slid the pencil skirt down my soft thighs. And put the dirty clothes into my hamper beside my night stand and retrieved my silk see through robe from my closet.

I really don't know why in the first place she got me a see through robe. It would have been perfectly fine not see through for me. But I guess this is good enough. I'm satisfied.

I slowly and gracefully walked with confidence like my mother showed me towards my balcony and looked out of the city of London.

I looked down into the garden and saw a patch of brown. What the hell. The brown was curly standing out by the stubby bushes. Then I looked more closely and saw binoculars . I looked more closely to see a man who had his hand in his pants stroking up and down as he stared at me.

What is he doing.

But what really confused me was he was looking at me whole doing it.

Me.