I rested my hand in hers and i felt her pulse in her hand and i kissed her forehead.
As manly as i act, i know im a softy at times. I have that image of being tough and hard, but i have a core and it's a soft as fur and it bothers me sometimes. Her eyes flutter and her lips twitch as if she is dreaming and a smile pulls on the corner of my lips as i watch her sleeping.
"When she wakes up, take her home" The doctor says to her father and he nods, glancing at us. "Zayn" he asks as he shuts the door and i look up, seeing him looking at us. "I know who you are." he says, sitting down and i raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean, sir?" I ask and he shakes his head. "I know what you've done" he says and i move Andrea off of my lap and i sit up so im on the edge of the couch.
"and what exactly have i done?" I ask and he sits down, looking at me. "You know good and well about your past. Your mother. Your ex-girlfriend. Your father. What you did to them. I know what you did, Zayn." he says and i look away "Don't talk to me about my past" i growl, standing up and facing away from him, my back towards him.
"Do you really think im going to allow someone like you near my daughter?" he questions and i growl under my breath. "If you do, your a fucking fool" he hisses and i turn around. "Don't you ever, and i mean ever bring up my fucking past again. I'm not what i used to be, and with all due respect you have no right to go into my past and find out everything wrong i've done." i hiss and he looks suprised by sudden outburst of anger.
He chuckles. "You have no idea what i know, Zayn" he hisses and i scoff. "You weren't there, were you?" i growl "No!" i yell, pressing my fists to the wall, my breathing heavy, the images flashing in my mind as i close my eyes. "Why did you do it, Zayn?" he asks. "Thats none of your god damn buisness!" i bark, feeling the anger in my vains growing as i turn around, pushing past him and opening the door.
"Tell her.... tell her i'm sorry" i whisper, before i let the door slam shut and i run my fingers through my hair walking down the hallway and getting to my room. I shove the door open, finding my trainer sitting back next to another trainer chatting and i slam the door shut, resting both palms on the door, my chest raising and falling as i close my eyes, containing my anger.
"Zayn, are you okay?" my trainer asks and i shake my head. "I fucking hate him" i growl "Who?" he asks "Mr. McKinley!" i hiss "Who does he think he is? Going into my past like that! He has no right!" i yell and my trainer backs up slightly. "Your past?" he asks and i nod. "No one lives now to know about but him and soon Andrea and she will be disgusted, she will hate me. God, fuck i thought i left my past behind..." i hiss and he raises an eyebrow.
"Wanna tell me about it?" he asks and i shake my head, no. He sighs, putting his arm on my shoulder. "It's okay" he whispers and i shake my head. "No..." i whisper sitting down next to a friend of mine, the other trainer.
"I'm sorry he whispers and i nod, my head resting in my hands. I stand up. "Whatever" i hiss and both trainers look at me. "I've broken many girls hearts, i can break hers" I say walking out of the room and down the hall where i see her father holding her up as the walk down the hall. She sends me a smile and i look at her, frowning and looking down.
'I'm sorry....' i mouth and she furrows her eyebrows as i open the doors to the stairs and i run down to my car. I fumble with the keys as i open the door and sigh, slipping in and turning on the egnition. I rest my head on the head rest behind me and i breath out, hearing my phone buzz. I sigh, picking it up seeing her name flash across the screen.
I throw my phone into the seat next to me and i pull out, driving out of the building.
*
Andrea's POV-
"Dad, where is he going?" i ask and he doesn't say anything as he leads me down the hall. "Dad!?" i ask looking at him and he avoids my angry eyes. "What did you do?!" I growl at him and he sighs, leading me out into the parking lot. "Dad! What did you do to him? Would you stop doing this? God im never going to get married! I hate you!" i hiss, struggling in his grip and he grips me harder opening the car door, pushing me in.
"It's for your well being!" he yells at me and i roll my eyes, getting back out of the car. "Get in the car, Andrea!" he yells at me. "Not until you tell me why he has run away!" i hiss "Because, i brought up his past! Okay? I don't want you with someone like that!" he growls and i raise an eyebrow.
"What did he do?" i whisper.
Zayn's POV-
-The next day-
I walked into the gym, stripping of my shirt and i throwing it angrily at the wall and walking over to the large pads. I taped up the bruises i game myself and i put in my ear buds. I began to bounce. Back and forth. Back and forth. My eyes narrowed in on the punching bag and i got angry.
Flashes of the past flew through my mind as i bit back the anger penetrating my thoughts and i fought the punching bag. Never before did i hit it so hard. Sweat dripped down my nose as i listened to Ed Shereen.
He calmed me in my state of pandimonium. I grasped the bag and i panted hard, my forehead pressing against the red leather. I clenched my teeth.
He has no right to dig into my past, he has absolutly no right to bring up who i once was. I'm not him anymore. I wont stand for it. I punched the bag lightly, feeling the anger slowly escape my body.
I punched it again, lightly. I felt cold hands against my back, causing me to jump and turn around, snatching the earbuds from my ears.
"Andrea" i whisper and she stepped back, her eyes slightly frightened, a bit confused, angry. "Please tell me what he told me wasn't true." she whispered. I closed my eyes. "Andrea... it isn't important" but she cut me off. "I trusted you, Zayn. How is something like this not important enough to tell me?" she whispered and i groaned. "Andrea, i'm sorry... i'm so-" "No! Zayn, i really thought i had you figured out but i guess everything i thought you were was a mask" she hisses and i growl.
I glance up seeing her father smirk at me from the glass windows in his office that over looked the trainers. "Andrea, let me explain.. please. I have no idea what he told you... just. Im sorry, Andrea" i whisper "tell me what happened" she insists but i shake my head.
"I cant" i whisper and she frowns. "Fine" she whispers, turning and walking away from me.
