Drunken Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7 - Ex

"M-mike? What are you doing here?" I held onto my chair. Zayn turned around to see my ex-boyfriend standing behind him. He had one of those visitor stickers on, and his fists were clenched. Zayn had no idea who this was.

"You never fucking told me you came here! I had to find out from your goddam parents." Would he really go to my parents? Why would they even tell him. Oh that's right, because they considered him the good guy.

I stood up from my chair, but didn't move any closer to Mike. Zayn immediately stood up, which I mentally scolded him for. Why did I have to be with Zayn while this happened? To be fair, I never actually thought that this would happen. Zayn looked back at me, sending me the look of 'Who the hell is this guy?'. How do I explain it.

"Why didn't you tell me, Emma?"

"There was no point in telling you, Mike. Why would I tell you, of all people?" He laughed, and I saw that he was actually radiating anger.

"Oh I don't know. I am your boyfriend."

"Ex," I said quickly, as Zayn looked at me, "my ex boyfriend. You honestly can't be serious right now. You caused me to drink!"

"How so?"

"You hurt me, Mike. And I left you, but you kept coming back! And I thought I'd be safe here. But I guess not. Somehow, you figured out a way to get into here too."

All of a sudden, something clicked in Zayn's mind. He had put all the pieces together, and figured out what was going on. Zayn stepped in front of me, hold me back with his arm. No, I can't have Zayn fight my battles for me. I'm at the last straw with Mike, and I need to settle this for myself.

"Let me fucking guess, he's your boyfriend now huh?" Mike sarcastically laughed. I could see that Zayn was taller than Mike was, and he looked more dangerous than him. He had tattoos all over his arms, and his hair was all messy. He continued holding me back with his arm.

"No-"

"No," Zayn cut me off, "and that is pathetic for you to assume that." I saw Mike eye Zayn up and down, looking at him. His face never lost its structure, and he didn't seem intimidated. I could tell he was though. Zayn scared him.

"So you two just sleep together, that's all?" I rolled my eyes.

"How about we're friends who are both going through the same things. A guy shows up, and I'm automatically dating him? You've permanently scarred me, Mike. I haven't dated anyone, not because I want you but because you made me not want anyone." The words slid right off of my tongue. I didn't take any of them back.

I was sure I looked weak with Zayn holding me back, but I was glad he was. Two things could've happened. I would've punched Mike or he would've punched me. Now, there was a tall tattooed wall standing in-between us. Mike let out a breathy laugh. He wasn't buying it.

"You hurt me. You hurt me mentally, verbally, and physically. You pushed me against walls, I had to cover up bruises. Then we broke up and I thought I was free, but you kept coming back to hurt me more. You wouldn't give up! And now you show up again? This is insanity. You've destroyed me, Mike. You made me drink, made my parents hate me, and made me come here. So if that was your plan, you definitely succeeded."

Mike's eyebrows furrowed, and his fists clenched. He shook his head. "So it's my fault your a fuck up and ended up in rehab?"

"Don't say that to her." Zayn sneered. I could see his shoulder blades through the shirt that he was wearing. Zayn's arm muscles tensed up, and he only held me back harder.

"You can shut the fuck up." Zayn balled his fist, and pushed me back lightly. Oh god.

Just like that, Zayn punched Mike right in the face. He fell to the floor, but Zayn wasn't finished. He continued hitting, and punching Mike as he moaned for supportive. Zayn was mumbling words to Mike, that I couldn't seem to make out completely. All I could hear was 'beautiful' 'stay the fuck away' and 'you don't deserve her'. I couldn't hear the rest, as he beat Mike up.