His Only Drug

Chapter 19

Dedicated to Misba_mustafa_

Zelsa's POV:

I was half asleep when I felt I am being carried in a bridal style. Panic kicked in, thinking someone has kidnapped me. Cautiously, I opened my eyes and saw Zach. All the anxiety and panic dissolved. I looked around and realized we were almost outside my apartment.

"You can put me down." My voice came out croaking, like a dying frog.

"Thank god you're awake. My arms hurt. You know you're kinda heavy." My blood boiled hearing those words, so I leapt out of his arms quickly.

"Asshole," I muttered to myself and unlocked the door to my apartment. I heard him laugh behind me.

I headed straight for my bedroom, but he was quicker than me. Grabbing my wrist he pulled me back and I collided into his hard chest. Our eyes met as I looked up to him, he was leaning.

Is he going to kiss me?

My thoughts ran wild. Does my breath stink? Oh god, my lips are chapped. Shit. But before I could respond he stopped right near my ear and whispered, "This is was one amazing day, Zee. Thank you for making it special." I was processing his words when he kissed my forehead and mumbled, "Goodnight." I stood glued to my spot as I saw him strut towards Ethan's room, disappearing seconds later.

What the hell did just happen?!

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I woke up to the sound of birds chipping somewhere at distant. The rays of light peeped through the curtains as I yawned lazily. I stretched my arms and instantly felt good about today. It was surprising that I didn't wake up with tears in my eyes. Infact, there were no nightmares. What surprised me even more was the fact that I couldn't stop smiling, as I touched my forehead where he kissed me last night.

As I recalled the memory, I realised that the kiss was light and sweet. It was quite weird for me to think that he'd lean into a kiss. I've never had there kinda thoughts before.

What are you doing to me, Zach?

A soft knock at the door broke my chain of thoughts. Zach peered through the door, asking for permission.

"Come in." I nodded.

He didn't take long enough to enter my room with a tray, which I assumed had breakfast for me.

Where has the asshole version of him gone?

He smiled at me and placed the tray carefully down in my lap. I took the time to analyse the contents of the tray. It had a plate of French omelette, some toasts and a glass of orange juice.

"All of this, for me?" I asked, motioning towards the contents with astonishment

"No." His smile faded and he began take a slice of the French toast.

And the asshole is back!

"What the-" I was cut off midway.

"Obviously, I made it for you." He rolled his eyes in boredom while shoving the slice in mt face.

"Geez, thanks. That's really sweet of you." I smiled, rolling my eyes at him.

"Don't get used to it. Now, quickly finish and dress up. You don't want to be late, do you?" He commanded and in a swift motion, left the room.

My eyes widened in realization and nodded. Finishing the remaining food and almost choking myself in the process, I rushed to take a quick bath.

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"Jesus! What the hell are you up to?!" The panic in Bob's voice was clearly visible as he pushed me away from my work counter and threw the pot aside.

"What were you thinking?!" He yelled turning at me.

"I- I am sorr-" I apologized realising that the contents of the pot was spilling and was all over the counter.

"Get out. You need some fresh air to clear your head. You have been zoning out a lot." I nodded at his instruction and used the back door of the kitchen to exit.

I wasn't in need of fresh air, but I  couldn't disobey Bob. No one does. Exiting the kitchen, I walked into the back of the kitchen which was basically a dumpster connected to an alley. I kept walking in the opposite direction of the diner, while my mind kept replaying everything that happened yesterday.

The drive.

The treehouse.

The kiss.

And today's breakfast.

I smiled like an idiot. I'm sure my face must've turned into the colour of beetroot. Panic kicked in as I realised I was in an unknown locality. This place was barely familiar to me, I mean I have heard of this side of the town but I have never been here before. It was the side of the town Ethan wanted me to stay away from. The dark side. That's what it has been named. I quickly turned on my heel and decided to leave before I could get myself in some trouble.

But it seemed that today wasn't my day.

"Where do you think you're going, babe?" The ugly baldie smirked as he caught hold of my wrist not letting me move.

"I'd like to know, what's beneath those fancy clothes." The other one ogled me from top to bottom which made my skin crawl.

Tears threatened to spill as I silently wished for Ethan to be here.

The third one seemed somewhat familiar to me. I blinked back the tears and tried hard to think where have I seen him before but as I said it's not my day. My brows scrunched as I believe the man recognized me before I could.

"I know what to do with her." He smirked devilishly and I feared what he might do to me.

Scary thoughts started playing before my eyes, making me shut my eyes in fear.

Gathering courage inside me, I planned to wriggle my wrist out of baldie's hold. Opening my eyes I tried to get my plan into execution but my plan remained a plan only. I felt a harsh hit on the back of my head. Something cold and heavy, forced my eyelids to shut down.

It might be the end of me today.

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