TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Chapter 68| Testing the limits..

warning: the following chapter has explicit scenes dealing with drug abuse, violence

Both of us were quiet for a second as he fully walked into the house, closing the door behind him with a dark look on his face. It was a major difference between something Zayn does, because it was apart of his nature.

He couldn't help it most of the time, it was just who he was... Although from what I had known, Benjamin wasn't a wicked person. But that doesn't mean all the stuff he did was good, however this was so unusual even for him.

The vibes around him almost felt sinister in a unsettling way that it caused me to back away the moment he came closer to me, the erratic beats in my chest moving incredibly fast that I was scared to go into cardiac arrest.

His eyes switched from mine to Bianca's, they shared a few silent words between each other before she got up and looked at me almost sympathetic. But just like her pride it disappeared as she walked out of the house, stopping near door and taking a quick moment to catch her breath. Part of me would rather fight with her than Ben, considering the fact he was apart of things I had no idea about - didn't know how far he would go. And I was certain that Bianca is a damn murderer, that's how bad I wanted to avoid seeing him.

Her voice was so low that I almost didn't catch the very faint "Don't go to crazy, god knows what he taught her." Then walking out the house fully, slamming the door shut.

She had told him to show up...

I didn't have much time to react before the sound of a vehicle started and pulled away from the house, then quietness met the entire house. It was a different type of vibe with him now, maybe because I caught him a few weeks ago cheating on me. Or the fact he knew I was seeing Zayn, maybe it was the fact he wasn't trying to hold back anymore. Showing his true colors of the person he really was behind the bullshit he fed me, whatever it was, it was different.

He removed the grey hoodie that he wore to my house, wiping his forehead before sitting down on a random chair that was in the corner in the living room. He exaggerated the clearing of his throat before looking at me again.

"Where you've been? You owe me that much." He said it with a hint of mischievous banter, almost like it was nothing but a regular conversation. But since Bianca showed up to get a rise out of me, him coming right behind her didn't seem to be a coincidence. I wasn't stupid.

From my understanding he had already known so I didn't feel the need to escalate this conversation with personal business in my life, that didn't include him. And I had no idea if that was going to be an issue or not, it just wasn't my problem anymore. But that was the issue because it never should've been my situation to deal with; And it was my fault letting it get this far.

"I really don't owe you anything." My voice sounded more confident than I was feeling, but luckily after being around Zayn for so long I accidentally picked up the habit of masking everything I wanted to show.