Hate Your Heart // zayn malik

Chapter 18 - I Love You

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Chapter 18 - I Love You

Max’s P.O.V

Staring. Staring at the razor that looked back at me as my hand twitched to grab it but forced myself not to. Is it worth it? To let my mother ruin my life is it worth it to have her itching at the back of my mind as the memories poured out of the black box I kept in my heart under lock and key. Is it worth it?

*Ding Dong*

I heard the door bell ring. Usually people don’t ring the door bell. I went downstairs to open the door as I was home alone today I told the others I would be fine on my own and even though they insisted one of them would stay with me I told them no.

I couldn’t contain the shock that rose up inside of me when I saw her. I saw her. I felt like I was gasping for air I needed something to hold onto, she knows where I live and she’s here standing in front of me face blank staring at me and I thought I was going to puke.

“Max baby.” She went to touch my face and I almost dry heaved, flinching my face away from her head.

“What are you doing here!?” I spat.

“I’m here to see my daughter Max I love you.”

“I am not your daughter.”

“Max please don’t act like this.”

“I have a restraining order against you, you aren’t supposed to be anywhere near me, I’m going to call the police.” I say as I go to close the door on her but she grabs my wrist.

“Like hell you are, stupid little girl you think you can defy your mother I have missed you for so many years and you treat me like shit when I come to visit you.” She shoves me inside the house closing the door behind me.

“What the fuck get out!” Where was this fight coming from? Sure I was scared but this sudden urge to fight back from all the times she’s tortured me has risen up inside me and taken over.

“How dare you think you could leave me you’re my daughter. Mine.”

“You lost that right the first time you hit me.” I argued she threw a fist at my face causing my nose to crack and bleed and my glasses to fall down to the ground and shatter I griped my nose and shrieked in pain and while I was taking care of my nose she threw a kick to my stomach causing me to fall to the ground. For an aged woman she was really strong. I quickly got to my feet and tried to run to the kitchen living area hunched over. As she walked behind me following me laughing at me as I struggle to get there.

I turned around and as I did she pushed me into the wall my arms went out to the kitchen bench as I knocked off some papers and my phone. I griped her shoulders and kneed her in the stomach causing her to double over in pain and I ran to the couch but she quickly responded and grabbed my arm and stomped on my ankle with extreme force causing it to crack and move into a place where it shouldn’t be and I screamed in pain as salty liquid rand down my cheeks. I couldn’t walk on my foot and continued to hop away but was soon pushed to the floor head crushing into the coffee table as it shattered as it was made of glass and pieces sticking into my back. She punched me in the mouth causing teeth to crack and my mouth to bleed; I only just notice the knife she held she must have got from the kitchen and I shivered in fear as she leant over me holding my arms above my head with one hand holding the knife to my throat. I spit blood in her face.

“Kill me, do it. I’m sure it’s what you want to kill your own blood and watch them die by your hand.”

“Shut up you little bitch.” She pierces the knife in a little closer and I head but her causing the knife to go in a little deeper.

“Fuck!” She groaned angrily and lifted the knife up and stabbed me in the stomach.

“I hope you’re proud.” I cough as I choke on the blood that rose up in my mouth. Her eyes went wide as if she’s only just realised what she’d done.

“Oh no, what did I? Why?” She jumps up to her feet holding the knife that penetrated my stomach and drops it to her feet as she quickly runs out of the house. Im gasping for air and chocking on blood placing my hand over the wound as air became a chore to take in. I looked around and noticed my phone that fell before.

Trying to get the energy I crawl over as every puff of air felt like my last reaching the phone while in excruciating pain I dialled the first number I thought of and it wasn’t triple nine.

“Max? Hey.”

“Zayn I – I think I’m dying, I love you.” I dropped the phone as I slowly grew unconscious.