*Zack's p.o.v*
"Are you mad?" Zayn spoke calmly. Too calmly.
"What? Do you think I'm happy about it?"
Zayn laughed. He just laughed. He's so rude. What is his problem? I just ignore him and keep walking. I know he's just trying to make me mad. But, I am not going to let the happen.
"I know what your'e thinking." So you know that I want to smash your face in?
"Congrats. Do you want a cookie?"
"Yes. A big one; while your'e at it." I shook my head and kept walking. "The car is right here." Zayn opened the car door and just stared at me. I can't believe he did that. "Zack get in. Or i'm leaving you." Fine by me. At least I won't have to deal with him anymore. He wouldn't leave me anyway.
Zayn sat in his car and closed the door. He started the car and backed up. I keep on walking. I'll be fine. I need the exercise anyway. After yesterday I realized how much I need to work out. I didn't show it; but I am so sore. My arms ache, from throwing punches. My left hand still hurts a little and is slightly swollen. I wanted to look tough in front of Leah and Julia. I wasn't going to let her know I was in pain. Even though i'm 98 percent sure that they could tell that I was.
I actually feel bad for leaving Leah alone. Who knows what will happen this time? He has friends and he's in a gang. People would want to hurt me for it, but because i'm not there, they will hurt her. I can't go back. First, I would look like a punk. If i just come running back to her apologizing again and again. And she's so stubborn. She would probably say-
*Leah's POV*
I don't need him to protect me. I have two feet and two hands. That's all I need. Minus the weapons I have. I just can't believe that he listened to his brother like that. I can tell that they're close. And they've been through some things together. Probably a lot of things. By the stories i've heard and what little Zack has told me last night. Maybe it's a good thing. We were moving way too fast anyways. I need to get out of this house. I'm being cooped up with all of my thoughts. That isn't a good thing, but I look like crap.... Oh well. Makeup'll do it. I don't really wear makeup, but for some reason II have a lot. I guess for days like today. I walking into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and walked out of the room. I locked my fornt and back door, then I walked into the living room. I crouched over and picked up my rug. I took five steps forward, hearing a creak. I got on my knees and started to hit the floor. One part sounding hallow. I dug my fingernails into the floorboard and lifted it up. The 2 more. I grabbed the object and set it on the floor beside me. I put the floorboards back carefully. Making sure that i out them in the correct spot. I stood up and fixed the rug then picked the object up. I took it to the bathroom with me, making sure it was on safety, but still loaded. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a little different than yesterday. My bruises are slightly better and i'm not really limping anymore. Or maybe I just can't feel it, because of the medicine. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and undressed. I took my shirt off and looked in the mirror. I turned to the side. My ribs still hurt and they are now a lighter shade of purple, with some green-blueish color around. I inhaled deeply and shook my head. I am going to do whatever to get my mind off of this. Off of Max, Zack, Zayn, and the fact that I am hurting everywhere. I got undressed fully and stepped into the shower. The hot water relaxes me and makes my muscles less tense.
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I wiped the foundation on my face, putting a little more on a certain spot to cover the briuse that formed right above my eyebrow. I'm not even sure where that came from. I used this weird powder-like substance to cover up the foundation. Just to make sure that it stays. I put concealer under my eyelids. I look like crap. Under my eyes I have bags. I put eyeliner on and winged it out just a little. Then I put eyeliner on the bottom of my eye. Instead of using lipstick, I put on some Lip-stain. It's basically the same thing but lip-stains stay on all night and it doesn't. The lips-stain is a light pink and it actually looks natural. I also hate how thick lipstick is. I'm just not a lipstick type of person. I put some light/natural looking eye shadow on. I take my hair out of it's ponytail. The pony tail got wet, which caused it to curl. Oh well. It looks nice. It looks like the the ends are just wavy/curly. I put everything away and grab the handgun. I really don't need this, but just in case, I am going to keep it with me. I turn the light off and walk on my room. I set the gun on my dresser and look into my closet. I pick out a pair of high waisted jeans, a crop-top and a pair of oxfords. I'm really debating if I should get a bag to put the gun in.... I better not. If anything happens i'll be in public anyways. I text Jules telling her that i'm leaving. If she needs to contact me she can just call me. I turn my light off and put the gun under my pillow. Good for now. I get my keys, walk out the door, and lock it behind me. As i'm walking down the stairs I hear a voice.
"Well... If it isn't Leah." I don't look up. I'm frozen. At this moment I wish that I would've brought the gun with me.
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The Malik Twins
Fanfiction"What happens when they catch us?" The room was dark. I could see nothing. I could hear the gunshots, becoming louder. The closet's door knob began to rattle. My body stiffened. "Only one thing could happen." There was a loud bang. The door w...
