Inevitable

Chapter 42

It's been a week since Zayn left. God knows when or if he's coming back. Jess is an absolute mess. She truly has a broken heart.  She has no spark in her anymore, her hair is dull and lifeless, her eyes are always dark, and there are black rings circling her eyes. Her cheeks are sunken in because she lives off of prenatal's and water. She refuses to eat, no matter how hard I beg. She won't. She's killing her baby and herself. Mikey has been staying with us and helping me out with her. Which is not much, she stays in her room only coming out to pee and shower once in a while. When she showers she sits at the bottom of the tub letting the water run down her bony body. I have to wash her hair for her. It's hard not to be emotional when you look down and see the bend in her back, each of the nobs in her spine poking through her skin and her ribs moving against her insides as she breathes. I have to look away, its so painful to see such a strong girl so broken, from the inside out.

I've called Zayn at least 100 times. He ignores them or lets it ring, just to get my hopes up. I hate him. He has no idea what he's doing to her. If he knew he would come running back to her. I know he's mad but he wouldn't wish death on her or his baby. Nobody knows where he is, besides Niall. Him being the douche that he is, won't say a word. I'm sure that's exactly the reason he only told Niall.

I haven't told anyone what Jess is going through. I don't want that to get out either. Not everyone needs to know that she's a mess.

I'm sitting on the sofa sipping my coffee while Michael is in the shower. I decide to call Zayn for the first time today.

I scroll through my recent calls and tap on his name. I slip it under my hair and to my ear.

It rings in my ear and then suddenly stops after the 3rd ring. My breath hitches in my throat.

"Rhennie, what the hell do you want!? Stop calling me!"

"Zayn. There is only one reason I'm fucking calling you! So, shut the fuck up and listen you dick bag!" I scream into the phone.

He's stays silent allowing me to finish.

"This is about Jess's health and your baby's health. You literally tore her apart Zayn. After you left she destroyed our room, glass was everywhere. You have completely ripped her heart out. She hasn't eaten all week, she's living off of prenatal's and water. She's malnourishing herself and your baby!!!! You realize she's not only harming herself but also her child right!? I blame you Zayn Malik. You fed her lies and treated her like shit at the end. I told you not to hurt her and you did. You should know she didn't say shit to anyone but Sophia and I. The only reason everyone found out was because it was an honest mistake. They overheard me skyping Michael. Nobody was supposed to know besides him. I take responsibility for that. So, step the fuck up and be a man you coward!"

I'm now pacing around the room and waving my hands everywhere.

"I- I don't know what to say." His voice cracks.

"Get your fucking ass home and take care of your girlfriend and child. She can't do this without you Zayn. She's already proved that. How dare you call her and that child a mistake. You loved her and you know that. She doesn't know that. This baby will not ruin your career you self centered asshole. Jess would never make you sacrifice your music or fans for her. Never. She needs you whether she will admit it or not. You made this baby together. Do your part."

"Love.." He whispers.

"What?"

"You said loved. I still love her Rhenn."

"Then get your ass home."

"I'll be there tonight."

"Good."

"Rhenn?"

"What?" I snap.

"Thank you.. You know for putting me in my place. I needed that. Do me a favor and don't let her know I'm coming, She won't want me to see me if she knows."

"You're welcome. I know she won't. So, I won't say a word."

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Bye Zayn."

"Bye."

I hang up the phone and smile to myself. Michael opens the door and stands infront of me, drying his hair with a towel.

"What are you smiling at?"

I narrow my eyes on him still grinning.

"Should I be scared?" He asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I stand up and wrap my hands around his neck. I kiss his collarbone, up to his neck, and on his lips. I pull away and look at his hooded eyes.

"Zayn's coming home."