Corrupted. [Part II: On The Run]

Chapter Three: The Kiss

CHAPTER THREE:

  I feel his hands slide down my hips and start to unbutton my pants. "STOP!" I blurt out uncontrollably… something just takes over.

  I look up at him and he looks mortified. "I'm sorry." Is all I can manage to mumble. My body wants him so desperately, but my heart and my gut tell me to stop… that this isn't right.

   I quickly grab the shirt beside me and throw it on.

  I stand up and quickly get away from him. I sit back down in the spot I was in earlier and run my fingers through my hair. I'm so disappointed in myself. I bite my lip as I'm on the verge of tears… I just don't understand what's happening. I keep trying and wanting this so bad… and every time, I stop myself.

  I sit there by myself, for at least twenty minutes, letting my heart beat go back to normal and giving myself time to think of why I can't just do this. We sit there in silence before I break it,

"Zayn, I'm sorry… you're probably getting tired of this, but I just want you to know…" I turn around to face him and he's not there.

  "Zayn?" I stand up, wondering how long he's been gone for.

I walk past my bra and shirt laying on the ground… realizing I grabbed his shirt instead of mine. I walk back to the car and still don't see him.

  "Zayn?" I holler a little louder, but not too loud to wake up anyone.

I hear a door slam shut and immediately turn my head to see Zayn coming out of someone's back door, stumbling with a bottle in his hand.

   Oh, God. I shake my head in disbelief… did he really just break into someone's house for liquor?

  "JADE!" He yells at me angrily.

   "Zayn, shut up!" I give him a face, not believing that he's yelling right in front of the house, right after he broke into it.

   "No, you shut up!" He snaps as he comes closer. As he takes a few steps, the moon casts a shadow on his face. I watch him as he takes a sloppy chug from the glass bottle.

  "Zayn, please stop drinking." I say extremely quiet, trying not to anger him.

He rips the bottle away from his lips and stares at me harshly. Chills shoot down my body as I look into his eyes. I can already tell he's angry.

  "What did you say?" He keeps his stare, his words slur just slightly but his tone still keeps the anger.

   "Nothing." I swallow my saliva nervously, not wanting to escalate this even more.

He slams the bottle on the paved road as hard as he can, shattering the bottle into a million pieces.

The loudness makes me jump and I quickly look at the house to see if any lights come on, but they don't.

  "You will never tell me what to do." He demands as he comes within a few feet of me. "NEVER!" He screams as loud as he can, making me flinch from the intensity.

  A bedroom light from the other house flips on immediately. "I'm sorry." I whisper quickly, trying to calm him down so he'll stop.

  "Can we please just get in the car? We can talk in there." I try to convince him, but it doesn't work. He takes a couple steps toward me, making me take a couple steps backward.

   "Stop it!" His jaw clenches as he demands me to stop walking away.

  I stand incredibly still as he comes directly in front of me. My heart beats incredibly fast and my breathing becomes so heavy, I can't hear myself think.