Close Your Eyes

Just the two of us

I opened the curtain and let out a blood curdling scream of my own. There, staring straight back at me,

Was a bloody dismantled corpse.

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I shook the whole way home, Zayn's hands trailing my body, in a sad attempt to soothe my nerves. He pulled up to my apartment complex and turned off the car before climbing into the back seat of his truck, pulling me with him.

He laid me on the bench seat and kissed all over my face while his fingers prodded at my shoulders, trying to make them relax. "Baby it's okay. Everything's going to be fine. I promise"

I nodded a little and hugged him. No. Everything isn't going to be fine. I knew her..

Zayn paraded my lips with small kisses and pulled my head onto his lap. "Do you think I can come inside?"

I shrugged as my reply. My parents hated Zayn. More than they hated me. But I knew he'd come inside even if it meant bantering with them all night.

They liked Zayn, until we started dating back in our freshman year, but we were finally seniors now. Soon Zayn started coming around with his new tattoos and pierced ears, along with the smell of weed and cigarettes on his clothes and lips.

Sure my parents hated me, but they cared. If anything for Max. They didn't want him involved in that stuff, knowing I was too far gone anyway to stop me from it.

Zayn lifted me off the backseat and started walking up the stairs to my front door. He kissed my forehead before opening the door and walking inside.

We were greeted by the smell of dinner cooking. Which is odd, it didn't smell like frozen pizza and my parents rarely cooked, only when family came over.

Zayn took me to my room and laid me on the bed. Whilst taking off my shoes my dad barged in, a beer in his hands, per usual.

"Do you know what time it is? Where have you been? You could've at least called!" He yelled at me. Zayn stood up and walked in between my bed and my father.

"She was with me. We went on a date to the carnival and.." Zayn trailed off.

"Oh great. She was with you. How many different drugs did you do this time? You smell like weed." My dad crossed his arms and glared at him.

"We'll, sir-" Zayn started with a sly smirk pressed to his lips. "I didn't know you knew what weed smelled like, if you need any, you know who to ask." He finished.

My dad growled and walked out slamming the door before adding; "Smart-ass!"

Zayn turned back to me and laid next to me, his arms encasing me in a comforting cocoon. I smiled a little to myself. No one pissed my dad off more than Zayn, but no one else could stand up to him like my boyfriend either.

He pressed his lips to my forehead while rubbing circles into the back of my hand. "One more year Ari, one more year and we get to leave this miserable place."

I slung my arm around his skinny waist. "A whole year." He nodded and rocked me. "We'll make it baby. I promise. And we'll get ourselves a nice house and we can have mini Zayn's running around in our backyard."

I giggled and he smiled. He sang to me softly, making my body melt with content, he had the voice of an angel, it was so soothing yet rugged in a way.

I closed my eyes and slowly started to fade away, before I fell into the sleepy abyss I heard him mumble. "I love you Bug, I love you so so much."

I smiled as sleep overcame me before I could reply.