Alleyway Thirteen » Punk! Zayn Malik A.U

.01: Now

[Delilah]

The room smelled funny.

It was like a cross between laundry detergent, and powerful chemicals such as Oxyclean.

The smells burnt my nose, forcing a physical reaction with in me. I wanted to gag, but the area I had been in, and the darkness of the room I was in, suggested I do otherwise. I held it in, taking a long, slow deep breath through my mouth before exhaling.

It made me nervous being in a hospital. Never mind the questions floating around inside my head, the feelings of being here were overwhelming. I was scared and lost, and unbeknownst to me there was someone else inside the room.

But other then that, I was alone. If that makes any sense.

I mean, I felt physically alone, but mentally I was a mess. I didn't know where I was, but I could promise you, Nick was going to be pissed I wasn't home to make dinner, worse off, that I tried to kill myself last night...

You could say Nick was a nice guy, until you've been exposed to him for a long time.

When that happens, you get beaten, sometimes leaving scars. Other times he hurts you with words or phrases, or even threatens to harm the ones you love. Nick was a monster. Correction, Nick is a monster.

That's why I ended up here in the first place.

I was sixteen when it first started happening, He was changing, and I don't mean the kind of change where he was a better man, where, he was more loving and showing me he was going to want to marry me someday. No. I mean, he became aggressive, and short tempered.

I mean, I remember this one time, when I was home alone, at our apartment, and he came home at quarter after two in the morning. He was drunk, and pissed. He had kiss marks all down his neck, and his clothes were torn and battered. His brown hair was tousled and I could tell he was sweaty.

"Aye bitch. Get me some more beer?" He asks although it sounds more like demand then a question.

"Babe I think you've had enough to drink." I state crossing my arms.

"And I think you need to shut the hell up." He grunts.

"What?"

"You heard me, what are you? Stupid? Christ."

"Don't talk to me like that Nick!" I fumed.

I felt my cheek go hot, his hand had come in contact with my cheek. He smacked me.

"I told you to shut the hell up." He cursed at me.

"Y-you hit me." I whimpered.

"I said shut up!" He yelled pulling my hair.

"Ow!" I screech falling to my knees.

"P-Please Nick. Stop. Please-" I beg.

"I will cut you. Now shut the hell up. Damn." He growls, yanking on my hair dragging me through the apartment.

I shake my head, trying to clear away the memory. I felt a hot tear fall down my face. To this day I didn't know which hurt more, the fact that he hurt me, or the fact that he cheated. I can still hear his voice, and feel his hands on me.

I just wanted all of this to stop. I bang my head against the rough bag of bricks they called pillows, hoping to be able to fall asleep.

*********

Beep.

There's that goddamn noise again.

Beep.

I sit up, rubbing my head, feeling a sharp pain rise with in it. I wince as my hand runs over an old wound on the back of my head. I couldn't remember what it was from but in all honesty I didn't really care.

"Ah Ms.Winters! You're awake!" A nurse comes in with a clipboard.

"I wish I wasn't." I mutter under my breath.

"What was that?" She asks, even though I know she heard what I said.

I shake my head, swallowing before speaking,"How did I get here?"

"An anonymous tip was called in, saying they found you by some abandoned building complex, uh, somewhere by Alleyway Thirteen."

"Do you have any idea who found me?" I ask curiosity filling me to the brim.

She shakes her head, "Sorry sweetie, don't have a clue."

I nodded, frowning slightly.

"But as soon as the doctor comes in to check all of your vital signs, you may be released today." She smiled.

I forced a smile and nodded.

"Thank you."

"Not a problem hun." She smiles.

She walks away leaving me with more questions then she had brought answers.